Anba doesn't seem too terribly enthused by Sabiha's description of the basement-focussed aspects of her former master's home. One of the advantages to her tactic of using upper windows and floors is that it provides entry and exit-ways that are more difficult to block or guard for most of the less-arboreal members of the city (though she still has nightmares sometimes about tracker squirrels).<br/><br/>It strikes the mongoose as unpleasantly difficult to escape trouble by jumping out a window when one is underground.<br/><br/>As someone who is being counseled to simply enter the courtyard boldly, she makes no comment about the arrogance of the murderer who did so. Anba unwinds the roll of finer cloth from around her waist as the other girl speaks, shaking it out then twisting it lengthwise into a far longer cable and knotting one end around one of the slender metal prybars from her waist.<br/><br/>"...And they see Anba no better, it is true. Best if they do not see Anba at all. In this rain, at least few folk will be out to see or be curious about much."<br/><br/>She watches the fox work her way down the side of the building, noting with grudging approval the other's evident ability...Not that it will matter much if they end up raiding some basement trap! When Sabiha is almost to the ground, Anba quickly anchors the prybar at an angle between the wall and one of the planks securing her rickety home, keeping tension on the long, twisted cloth so the small length of metal doesn't twist itself free, then swings out and rappels down past the vixen at a near-falling rate, braking at the bottom and then pausing with a flourish to finally ease the tension on the twisted cloth...Letting its torque swivel the prybar free to drop down into the mongoose's waiting arms.<br/><br/>Anba untwists the long, wide length of faintly printed (and slightly stained) dull yellow silk, and swiftly wraps it around her hips, skirtlike, then up over one shoulder before she draws it down to wrap over her head and across her wedge muzzle as both hood and veil. The rain-dusted cloth is more than long and wide enough to serve as a poor-woman's sari when adequately wrapped...And in the process, it also serves to hide the young thief's tools and blades.<br/><br/>The change of costume leaves her seeming almost demure; disturbingly so, given that a minute before her soaked, blade-fitted form would as easily have seemed at home on some piratical river-barge.<br/><br/>"Lead on then, as far as you dare go...And then, I suppose, it shall be time for me to earn my share."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cloth silliness</div><div class="spoiler_body">Apparently real saris are occasionally as long as 9m and often a bit more than a meter in width. I imagine that if she's doubling over a length before wrapping it, she might have an effective 'rope' of 18m when twisted (twisted silk being pretty strong stuff) that serves both as a climbing tool and a disguise. .</div></div>