[ Silco's lips quirked into a sharp, barely-there smile. A quick thing, but it's there, almost feral in the way he recognized her hatred, and gave her a picture into his own. ]

Well, if any of those seem useful, or worth sharing, please, do let me know. I pay, too. I don't expect anyone to do something for free.

[ The outskirts are... a dangerous place to stay. Silco likes living near people, with the ever-present thrum of life humming outside his door, but it meant he wasn't always going to see and hear everything that happened. ]

You likely see them move about when they leave, don't you? You never know where they might be going...