"Well we're not in feudal Japan. You know, in case you hadn't noticed." A rare moment of clarity gave Cadence a sort of quiet moment of having a backbone. As quickly as it appeared it was gone and she was looking at the girl. Georgie. Cadence looked around, feeling vulnerable where they stood despite the high walls on either side of them. This was not exactly a safe part of town at night. "You live down here?" It wasn't asked with disgust, as her expression would suggest, but genuine surprise. "This isn't a safe area."
She slid her daggers back up into her sleeves, careful not to cut herself. The vulnerable feeling was frightening, and when she was scared she retreated into her endless amount of useless knowledge. It was the one thing she could count on. "There are roughly 200 people mugged every year, the highest numbers coming from New York, Chicago, and Beverly Hills. Almost a quarter of those people end up injured in some way and half of those injured either die during the initial attack or shortly after."
Her stomach rumbled, distracting her enough to forget what she was talking about. "I'm hungry. Let's go find a place to get something to eat."