Owl had been about to answer Jarrett, but then two men came and hauled her between them, two more grabbing Jarrett as well, and she didn't protest.
After the stuff she'd seen going down between that group, even as she was being dragged away? Yeeeeah. She was ridiculously out of her league. Whatever that thing was, that was a job for an entire army. No doubt he would be attracting the attention of not only Soot Wolves, but also the city guard.
Slumping against the alley wall, still unsteady and in pain, it was only when her wits had come back to her a little that she remembered the potions Rufus had given her--which she had taken to carrying with her on her excursions, keeping them in a pouch at her belt. She uncorked and drank part of one, and that took care of her face and the whiplash, thank goodness. And that helped with getting her senses back.
Still leaning against the wall, she rubbed her head.
"To answer your question, Jarrett, I'm going to head home, now," she muttered without looking at him or the Wolves. They were no doubt Wolves; Ryk had mentioned they would be tailing her. "You do whatever it is you do, just...no bodies. Or killing."