She paused, watching him closely, looking for lies. "The streets move?" She found no lies in his face. This City could take her, could take her babies from her, and could make streets move. It had her curious.
Helena fished around in a pocket of her skirt and found a wad of bills and a key. She left a fistful of the bills where she had sat, sure that the bartender would figure it out. "Thank you," she said again. "I will go call a cab." She paused. "You are a nice man."