"Or it'd only be strong enough to feel like indigestion," she replied with a roll of her eyes. She glanced down at his leg, an action that was rather pointless; she couldn't rightly see it with the basket in the way. Either the wound wasn't bad enough for the acid to be much of an issue or he was controlled enough not to let on how bad it might have been.

She chuckled. "It would save us from being entirely exposed, certainly. We could set a new record for having the worst luck imaginable." But the night was quiet to the point that she was getting downright wary of their surroundings, even when she knew they weren't too much farther from Hightown. The real test would be the steps and the narrow streets they would need to take to get there, both of which she wasn't looking forward to doing.

Her smile was just as faint, albeit crooked, when she looked at him again. It lingered for a few seconds before slipping, her gaze turning back behind them. She tugged on the basket to give him a warning, hearing something.