Stepping out into a narrow alleyway doesn't carry the same feeling as trying to cross lanes of traffic; it is busy but not in the same, urgent way it is during the day. Awkward silences don't exist when you can instantly tune into somebody else's conversation whether you'd like to or not and even loud, long belly-laughter bounces off the brick walls, creating a constant hum of noise and energy. Any conversation held has to raised slightly, just to be heard.

Which is why Abby says, "Huh?"

Then, "Oh," sighing, "Yeah. That's—her name's Clarisse. She's my best friend." But she's not wading into the contents of that embarrassing conversation, not if she can help it (even though she listened to the entire thing, both irritated and curious). 'Tis the season, and so she chose the smart, dark-blue, double-breasted jacket that Loki gifted her a couple of Satinalias ago to come out and meet Desidério in, because it's a nicer thing that she owns. A Riftwatch pin is affixed neatly in place.

She adds, gesturing ahead, "The place I was talking about is off the edge of Hightown. Wanna go up and circle back onto it?" It'd be thematically appropriate, given the name.