Then I'll give them the slip like always.

[ Please, he's a professional at this. Though he can't say that to her, she'll just take it as one more reason to fret. He watches her, unmoving, trying to gauge her intentions. Her smile seemed genuine enough, it was the insistence that unsettled him. And was she implying that she could fight? Now that would be troublesome. It meant it would be harder to shake her off. ]

What do you even get out of helping me? Besides their eyes on you and a dagger in your back.