"It isn't wise to be watching others do business, girl."
Her hackles raised, hearing the male voice from behind her. She had not expected anyone else, and she almost lashed out at the man. Partially out of fright, partially out of instinct. But that would be thoughtless. No, this man was an ally. Had to be. He was city-bred, but not in this city. Not local. Definitely with her new 'family.' This fact alone stayed her fist. His tongue was smooth, like Manos. Reminded her of him. Combat ability... could not be judged. But he was fancy.
"I-..." She began to retort, but apparently her contact chose this time to speak. There was no grand introduction. Perhaps they were short on time. She and the human who had spoken to her before were sent to bring some supplies with them to the docks. It was not far, and would be an easy journey, but she could not ignore the sounds of rustling clothes and equipment around them.
Perhaps treachery already lies within our midst...? Manos posed boredly. For a demon, it was within margins of error. Betrayal was an easy prediction to make when it lay around every corner.
"We don't know that..." Rose whispered almost silently to herself "We don't know anything yet."
But enemies are a certainty.
"...Yes."
She didn't spare any fancy words for her demonic companion. He already knew them all anyway. But her human companion probably required a little more. She lifted her head and spoke to him as they made their way to the carriage, forcing a valiant attempt at proper speech.
"My name is Rose... in case you wanted to know." It stuttered and stopped, but it was speech. "If we are to be a-allies, I thought you would need my... my name."
It was easy to see what Simeon had wanted them to bring back. The cart was loaded with jugs full of... something. Possibly water, if they were travelling by boat. Either way, it looked like one person could roll it if they focused, otherwise the two of them would have no problem together. Rose didn't know their destination, other than 'the docks' but it would not be hard to figure out once they were there.
The problem, then, is the smell of burning. Like gunpowder. You could hide in the shadows, but you could not mask the strong scent of the black powder. Guns... Possibly more weapons she could not judge. How many people... she could not judge. But if guns were present, it was enough to raise alarm. She couldn't tell what her partner was thinking, so she decided to fill him in quietly, as a precaution. Since her mind was on other things, her usual way of speaking slipped in without realizing it, but the point got across.
"We've been ambushed. Group... unknown. Reason... unknown. Fighting is possible. We may be able to stay hidden... Will you fight? Will you run? Hide?"