This part of town reminded her more and more of the Isle the further they ventured inside. Childhood memories swam close to the surface, but she pushed them away, focusing more on her current situation. The skills she'd developed growing up more or less on the streets were going to serve her better here than the skills she'd learned since going to Auradon. Her eyes darted back and forth, even as she kept her stride casual.

Chillin' like a villain, as she'd told Ben.

Evie felt the nudge, and lifted her hand. Flipping one's hair made it so much easier to look in a certain direction without it being noticeable. Guts' words sit cold in her stomach. She parted her lips as she tossed her head back, pushing blue hair away from her temple and tucking it behind her ear. Through her lashes, she saw a person who fit Guts' description.

"Man with the dark hair and coarse brown shirt," she said, pitching her voice low so it wouldn't carry. "Looks like he's trying to pace us, but not quite."

She scanned the area around them. The crowd was thinner up ahead, though based on their posture, that wasn't a good thing. More space to fight, if it came to that. She straightened her posture and put a hand on her hip, lifting her chin as they continued down the road. This situation wouldn't be solved doing things the AK way.

"How do you feel about walking into an ambush?" she asked, light tone at odds with her nerves.