She trotted along behind Joey,
"Nothin' s'far as you know." now, Piper wasn't much of a paranoid individual, but at the same time, it wasn't often someone was following her. It was lucky Joey was about, because Pimmy didn't know how to handle a situation like this. She kept brushing her fingers against the brass knuckles for comfort, occasionally glancing to Jason to make sure he was keeping pace. The bustling docks might as well have been invisible to the concerned redhead.
They plowed through the crowds Pip was so used to, but for once she wasn't concerned about the contents of their pockets. She subconsciously reached down to take Jason's hand, making sure he wasn't getting lost in the masses. Her other hand remained in her pocket, assuring her the brass knuckles were still there. Not that she hoped to use them, but it was nice to know she had them. When Joey whirled around the corner, Pip let go of the child to dart into the alleyway after him, stumbling around the man and plastering herself close beside him. Her gaze followed his, eagerly scanning the crowds for that familiar face. The more time that passed without an appearance, the more disappointed and relieved Piper became,
"No weapons, yeh." she brushed her knuckles in her pocket,
"S'too dangerous. Gittus kil't an' th'like." what if the woman was on the other side of the wall? She craned her head a little to try to peer further around Joey's, when a new presence shattered her suspense and made her whirl around to face the alleyway in a flurry of colorful words,
"Blooody--shittellsinabasket!" a fleck of spit flew from her startled lips and her hands flew out as if the woman had struck. Her gaze flitted between the woman and the roof a few times, making the connection, before fixing on her. The instant Isabeau started moving, Piper sidestepped, setting a hand on Jason's shoulder to step further in front of him. Sure, she'd rob a child if times were desperate enough. Children could easily run back to mom or dad and get compensation. But she'd be damned if she was going to let creepy, hooded women with glinting weapons and a strange look about them get anywhere near the kid.
"Why y'been follerin' us, lass?" her mouth felt dry.
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@Plecy @Strafe @IcePezz ))