"Hm? Oh, it's probably just that thief. Pay it no mind." He says that so casually, so uncaring, of someone who sounds to be in a profound amount of anguish. That's what she gets for trying to cut someone Naugus is working with!

"Come. This way. We can find an alley or shed or something of the like to emerge from." He's tugging Felix's arm, hurrying him in a given direction in this bizarre landscape of cold, shifting shapes and darkness. Should Felix look behind him, he might spot a few human-shaped splotches of shadow, cast by the angry guards trying to figure out where the pair spirited away to.