Jack was silent at her response, standing still. Making up his mind, he called out to her.
"Morgue Rouge, Cambridge. People will help you there. I don't care what you do anymore. If you really want help, ask someone other than me. I'm a thief." He replied coldly, walking off down the street. He took off his hat and cape, tossing them aside in the trash, pocketing his mask. His face void and dark, he walked in the direction that the woman had fled in. She was his first lead.
(Yes, it's short and crappy, three hours of medieval music does that to a man.)