Shenyo smiled, kissing her gently on the lips. "Thank you. We're good enough, let's get going." Despite how fast he moved his fingers and with seeming dexterity, the cloak was far from perfect. What it did do well however, was cover him and protect him from the wind even if it was somewhat lopsided. In her eyes it seemed there was nothing he could do poorly even if in reality the list was near endless in his.<br/><br/>With that tail she longed for he slid it around her waist, snuggly fitting her hips as they started out of the workshop and into the main part of the store. As they neared the door his hand gripped her shoulder, stopping her just before she moved out the door.<br/><br/>Even her ears were able to hear a conversation coming their way. "Y-yes. This way they did. Right in the old tailor's place. Very strange people." A somewhat shakey voice explained, voice loud with fear.<br/><br/>"Christ they're here?" Shenyo whispered in frustration. If they tried to leave they'd be spotted for sure, and if they stood still he doubted they would appear to be clothes racks. Picking her up by the waist he pulled her back into the workshop, then into a closet with him. He left the door open just slightly so they could see what was going on, and coincidentally it gave a good view of the trap door.<br/><br/>Suddenly he grinned as voices came into the store, looking to Lydia. With a soft whisper into her ear he spoke, "Can you open that hatch from here?" He asked, wishing he had thought to open it up before then. Perhaps they wouldn't have to fight this battle themselves?