The cat-eared girl tilted her head to one side.  Then, apparently deciding that she was not under arrest, nor about to have her precious can of spray paint confiscated, lowered her hands.<br/><br/>"New in town, huh?"  She giggled softly.  "And newly Awake, too, no doubt!  Oh dear.  Oh, dearie me, and here I'm late for a meeting with a guy at that place about that thing."<br/><br/>She stepped briefly out of view, stooping to recover a shoddy old leather knapsack, into which she dumped the paint before shouldering the whole and standing back up.<br/><br/>"You might not wanna hang around here, onechan.  This is a bad, bad part of town.  Things that go bump, things that go crickle-crackle-blurp, that sort of thing."<br/><br/>She took a few steps away, into the darkness.  Another streetlamp flickered on further down the alleyway.<br/><br/>"Well?  Come on, then!  I'm not leaving you out of the Ladies in Hating or something like that."