He answered back out loud. "Nothing in particular." He figured that the first person to cross their path and give them more than a single glance would be the first to go. He left the rest up to the wind and will of his razor. She was warming up in his hand, and he fidgeted with the blade in his pocket, flipping it in and out of the handle, making sure she was ready at any moment.
He knew how ironic it was that Sadako was there beside him, but she was just as much his lady as Regina, perhaps even more. He hadn't yet claimed Regina, nor the razor claimed him. She was not yet an extension of himself, as this was her first night out. Sadako, however, had shown him precisely what she was capable of, and allowed him to mark her as his own. She was the part of him that calmed his brooding to a gentle rain instead of a tumultuous storm that it often could become, and the part of him that kept him from slipping back into days of blissful naivety as Benjamin Barker. She was a beacon. And that's something that he was certain Jack the Ripper had never had in his life, for what man would grotesquely kill so many women if he hadn't had one that was a strong fit for his personality?
He'd made sure to take the route that didn't lead them past the House of Lords, for not only would that have only made things far worse, but that was also a major thoroughfare and going that route would have been far too flashy. He wasn't about to call attention straight to himself, but just shake the foundations of calm that had been built up around the quiet proper city that never truly deserved its fame.
Once in Whitechapel, he looked over to Sadako. There were few actual residents, most of the people in this part of town were only there for work at the warehouses and pubs, and really, it was just early enough where he could catch men on their way to the pub, and not on their way back from it. Drunkards were far too easy.