"You let anyone bugger you any direction, bleeding heart or no." Noted that she does open her trap, and something came out of it that Owainn wanted to listen to, for once in his life. He nudged at her again, leading her away from the river and back toward the slowing bustle of the city, listening. Figuring. Thinking face on and puzzling.
"Where did you see this lady?" There were very few of the higher echelon that ventured down into the slums, and most of them were men looking for a quick tug for pocket change. Women came during the day for the fortune tellers, or to poke their way through the goods the Orientals made or shipped over for cheap. Rare it was that they spent any real time in the seedier parts of town, or made friends with the lowest street whores. "What did you see?"