I'm not disputing your dispute, dear. I'm just telling you what I do.

[She stops in place, arms crossed over her body. An all too friendly smile appearing on her face. It's. Surprisingly not fake, and quite genuine despite the situation right now.]

Probably not that young, but probably not that old. I'm sure you can take care of yourself, but I might be of some use to you, if those people come back.

[She can tell that he's trying to make his escape from her, given his eye movement, and she can only smile at him further.]

There isn't really anywhere you can run. We might as well just get out of the sewer together, and then you can run away.