Kaya walked over and stopped beside him.
"I'm sorry about earlier," she said quietly. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that."
He blinked, then smiled, the expression softening the part of his face the streetlight could reach.
"It's okay," he said. "I'm happy to help you. No matter what."
She let out a slow breath and sat down.
The shadow of her body fell across the table, cutting through the faint glow that slipped in from the window.
For a moment they didn't talk.
The only things moving were the shadows on the walls, shifting slightly whenever someone or something passed outside and crossed under the streetlights.
Then Cutie spoke again.
"Veer went out with the money," he said. "He's checking weapons for you. He took your knife to get it sharpened."
Kaya blinked, then huffed a small laugh.
She remembered the knife lying on the table earlier, the dull blade catching the afternoon light before she forgot about it.
"Good," she said. "Saves me the trouble."
