Betty just nodded at Charlie. What an odd thing to say. She knew perfectly well who he was. Frowning and eyes following the soul of the hooker that was walking around, she said to her, "Going somewhere?"
"I can't... I just..." The hooker's soul said, stuttering and pacing back and forth in the trashy heels she wore.
"Listen, you aren't going anywhere until I'm done here. Then we'll get out of here." She was still talking to the hooker but perhaps that would be unclear to anyone around them who wouldn't see her. Betty wasn't thinking of that. All she was concerning herself with was her new charge and what she was going to say was her reasoning for being at the scene of a crime.
Though, it wasn't like she hadn't been caught at the scene of a crime before, though usually there was a crowd around and not just her and the law enforcement. It was easier to blend into a crowd.