Freyja smiles very faintly at the girl, her eyes softening to a point that might have seemed unimaginable at first meeting, or even a moment before.  "How horribly unfortunate that you had to be thrown into this crossfire out of such a misfortune."  She nods.  "And perhaps you can elaborate on the precise nature of that crime soon enough.  For now," the dark-haired young woman begins to affix the black leather strapping and metal-ribbed sheathing of her ornate, exotic armor, "we should find a quiet means of moving within the city.  We'll sabotage a sewer entrance, bribe a guard to leave his post-- just to create misdirection, to convince them we've left somehow.  But we'll hide in a different district.  One where they tend not to look twice at your face."<br/><br/>She sighs, shrugs, before cinching the waist of her armor with the creak of leather and the clicking of metal, something like a massive beast's talons would sound.  "Lina, if anyone confronts us, let Machado or I do the talking.  You'll need to disguise... preferably as a man.  Although..."  and a faint smile flits across her face, "... that would be quite a stretch."