"No warehouses, but if they reach the city..." Fee let the sentence trail off. Thieves were a practical lot; they prepared for the worst, but didn't tend to bellyache over it. Once it became a problem, then they would deal with it. In the meantime...
"Nice night," she finally agreed, with another wry smile. "Nice and quiet." Ofelia leaned back in her seat as the next set of drinks arrived. She could almost picture the crickets chirping, the chairs shoved back from tables and drinks and food left unfinished in the wake of mass heroic departure. And the last two gamblers continued to sip in companionable silence. She was already reaching for her wallet for yet another round.
(In the background, her teeth buzzed and Ofelia listened.)