Sethi puts up her hand, lest anyone try to push past in pursuit-- she hisses for the beast as it takes off down the alley, recognizing the danger of a strange city, how every alleyway could be a trap.  Mausen, of course, ignores her completely.  "Oh, shit," she gasps when she hears the weak noises bouncing from the masonry of the alley walls, and before she turns the corner to look she already knows what she'll see-- the beast's cry wasn't gentle, wasn't surprised; it was simply the sound of the living body seizing up, the kind of noise that one hopes not to make at the end.<br/><br/>Seeing that the beast's blood is no longer pumping, just... seeping... from the ruined throat, there is--at least-- the small comfort that its death was not prolonged.<br/><br/>"Watch our backs," she whispers, taking to the wall's shadow in an effort to protect her flank, and moves slowly forward.  Her eyes slide up to meet Cairn's as she hisses another warning.  "Be ready... It may be too late."  She moves on the balls of her feet, quick and catlike, but careful.  She doesn't feel right in the gear she's wearing... the chain shirt was exquisitely made, and didn't inhibit her movement, but she still didn't feel<i>right</i>in it yet.<br/><br/>She looks for the source of the noise... what must have been an iron or reinforced door, a grate in the street, or-- if they're unlucky-- some kind of climbing pole being pulled onto a rooftop.