For a moment, Cricket expression softened. She shook it off, pulling out her pistol.
"I..." Cricket crept back, her face a scowl. "I don't believe you." She hissed.
"I've heard the stories about you." Granted, she'd also heard stories Coralie could tell when someone was bluffing, which she desperately hoped was not true. Her gun wasn't loaded. She slowly slank back into the shadows.
"Cricket." She barked, hoping her alias would appease her. "My name is Cricket."