Cricket considered this for a moment. She then returned her pistol to the holster.

"More like ones about you skinning kids..." Cricket muttered under her breath.

She slunk out from the darkness, and she could see her better. She looked aristocratic.
Coralie certainly didn't seem threatening, but she knew looks could deceive. 
And maybe she was being paranoid, but her paranoia had saved her many times. But she knew when to stand down.
"This friend of yours. How sure are you that he is trustworthy?"
She understood perfectly well the bounty out for her was enough to turn many against her.