Desmond had hopped down when her back was turned and silently walked up behind her. He was ready to defend himself and disarm her if she made a swipe. The hood was still hanging over his face to hide his features. After all, Desmond Miles was a wanted man. He couldn't go poking around in public or having too many people know where he was.
"And.. you know they're going to leave you here to die, right?"