Lorimer Street

[Sweets]

Her mind raced so fast it was blank, every thought bleeding into the next until all she was left with was mere instinct. Keep walking. Just keep walking. As they continued her eyes involuntarily stole a glimpse of the face beside her, flicking over of their own accord while the rest of her head remained facing stiffly forward. She knew she was walking next to Spot Conlon, but for her it was like being escorted by some rare mythical creature; feared by all, but seen by few. She just had to look.

"Keep youse feet movin', kid. I ain't got all day ta drag ya.."

After several moments of silent walking her mind had slowly regained its ability to comprehend, and when he spoke (though she did jump slightly) she was actually able to hear his tone. He certainly didn't sound furious. She glanced around them, her immediate situation suddenly becoming clear to her as someone coming out of a coma. Those buildings they just passed, that cart on the corner, she'd seen them all before... He was taking her back.

[Spot Conlon]

Despite his dubious reputation for being probably a lot worse than he actually was, Spot did uphold his treaty with Kelly. The reality was he kind of loved his reputation and played it up whenever he could get away with it. He was more than aware of the way she was looking at him like he was the devil himself, it made him smirk, though his eyes were still scanning for bulls around the corners. They'd been edged around Brooks more and more lately.

Her jump at his words, had him grinning just a little bit. Being a bit sadistic in Brooklyn had never been a crime, and he was Brooklyn. The amusement slid from his face as he passed a cop, it had him tossing an arm around Sweets and hissing in her ear. "At least try ta look like ya like it, kid. I go ta jail for helpin' you.. when I get out, won't be pretty for nobody.." If he went to jail for doing something, nice, or whatever, he'd be furious.