Alto mistook the young woman's apathy for courage, and smirked slightly, a commendation for her bravery in her current predicament. "Adrianna," Honeyed words came with a soft glance, as he raised his hand to press the crossbow to her forehead. "a hostage who knows your name might as well be a corpse." He held her gaze for a moment, letting several beats of silence go by before finally breaking the silence with a laugh.
"Kidding! Only messing with you, I promise." He assured her, stowing his weapon before lowering his scarf around his neck, revealing his face to her. "Alto," He responds simply. "And the pleasure is all mine."
Peering his head around the corner, it seemed like the parties pursuing him had died down a bit, leaning closer to a group of patrols rather than an active search. Looking back to woman, he moved to grab her by the hand, offering her an amused smile. "Try not to look so dour, Adrianna, if everything goes well you'll be back to stealing daisies in no time."
Gesturing her to take a step back out of the alleys and into the streets, he spoke, "Please, after you, miss."