Barbetta slide fluidly from her seat an head for the door after assuring her brother she would not leave without telling him. As she left the safety of the door she pulled her hood up to hide the curtain of hair that she had yet again piled on top of her head with pins until it looked almost like a weird hat made of curled hair. As she was about to head to another business she heard a movement and a voice calling out to a Blondie and slipped back into the shadows hoping to remain unseen and thus unbothered by the clan that ran this territory. She knew Marrisa had been on good terms with some of them but she had never been introduced.