"I like to live dangerously." She said, noticing some unusual activity across the street. Something that could complicate matters if it changed her plans for the Pollack. She bit her tongue from saying anything, but would have to abandon the attempt for now. Felicia pushed her shades back up. Perhaps in a few nights, when things had settled down. Bringing her full attention back to the conversation, now no longer needed to split it, she reiterated, "Dangerously, but well. I don't believe in wasting moments."