In a different alley across town, underneath an unassuming billboard...
She checks her pocket-comm to make doubly certain that the dimension-hopper is sufficiently engrossed in his wild goose hunt, then secrets it away within her trench coat and raises her hand.
One of her father's devotees slips noiselessly from concealment behind her. The pawn is given a blue pill and the honor of a parting blessing from the lady's own lips. He genuflects, swallows, and collapses to the ground, foaming spittle at his lips.
Talia has just enough time to make sure the top two buttons of her civilian shirt are enticingly undone before the now-truly-mindless minion leaps at her and she lets out a shriek pitched just perfectly for sitting ducks.