There was a break in the muttering, clomp of steps on a ladder and Belinda's head poked out of the hole,  She had a scarf wrapped around her head, her hair was covered, not even wisps of red showed.  She snorted and climbed out fully... and she was different.  She stood different, moved different, just carried herself different. "Next door.  A warehouse for the tavern.  This is no secret, the door.  But our host doesn't know I picked the lock."  She grinned tightly.  "Not exactly a secret anyway.  The tavern keeper won't want just anybody knowing about it, it could be used to get in by a determined group of people.  We go next door, wait for a little more darkness, slip out among the crowds. We have time, a little time but we have to go.  Now."<br/><br/>She went utterly still and closed her eyes.  When they opened.... "Ada, we have to go" .... her eyes, her hazel eyes, the softer brown tinting seemed to have faded, a harsher green was dominant.  Almost like all human feeling was draining out of them.  "We have to go.  I'm not the only Agent in town, and I can't vouch for the loyalties of the others. They may, and I stress may, know who I am.'  Her eyes softened.  "Please, Ada.  Come with me now."  She turned back to the trapdoor and started to descend, paused to look at him again.  "Please.  The door will lock again when you close it, I've jimmied it to jam shut.  That will buy us even more time."  And then she dropped out of sight.