A smirk spread across her face. "Hardly," she agreed, lifting the hem of her shirt to show the two knives strapped to her hips. There were more of course, hidden in various places on her person, but those two would do for now.
Of course, she had other weapons as well. But she preferred to keep those in reserve.
That rasping voice grated across her mind: You never let me have any fun.
With a small effort, she ignored it. Taking a sharp turn into an alley she said, "He can't have gotten far, probably holed up at one of the inns on the road out of town."