Shadows and sneaking are things I do best, lady. There had been an odd desire to use the old 'pretty-pretty', but Marrow had suppressed it. Probably would have been distracting. Couldn't have that.
She rolled through the crowd, ducking and weaving until she was behind the man. Her hand snapped out, the bone blade it had held speeding towards Julien's back. Or his buttocks, if he stood up soon.