Laura doesn't spend much time in the nicer parts of the city -- they're usually well-patrolled and safe, and there's nothing there that interests her. She still has the money they gave her at the inn -- she didn't bother with food or shelter until she found Remy, and then she just followed him -- but she has no desire to purchase anything. She walks past all the shops, stopping only to look in the windows as if she's a normal girl just doing some window shopping.

Truth is, she's been making the rounds, acclimating herself to the city. She needs to know it inside and out, as intimately as she knew New York. In borrowed clothes -- too big for her, she's drowning in them -- she wanders around, not making eye contact with anyone who's still out at this time of night ... which is a lot. Baedal has a large nocturnal population.

Still, no one else hears the rattle of trash cans from behind the now-abandoned market, but she does.

She pauses. That's not the sound of a raccoon or stray dog, she can definitely tell that the rummaging there is purposeful and going on much too long to just be someone fussing with their own garbage. Curious, she turns and heads in that direction to investigate.