Rita glanced at Ash, but didn't respond, hoping that perhaps if they didn't admit they were in danger, danger wouldn't find them. Not that it had ever made a difference before, but maybe this time. She swallowed and led them forward, her ears straining to hear any sign of people around. Gang members weren't exactly common, but they weren't the only threat. There were dangerous people that worked alone, or in twos or threes, that would be just as much a threat to them. She rounded the corner and paused, scanning the area for danger. The mangy animals wondering around were no threat, at least not these ones and not while they were in a group. Wolves had been known to drag people - especially smaller girls or children - into alleys or the petty woods at the edge of the city. They hadn't even known there were wolves on the Inside at all to start with, but it didn't take long for their population to increase.
Other than the smashed bottles and rubbish, there was no obvious sign of human life. There was blood on the pavement. It was a good few hours old, but that didn't mean whoever the victim (or attacker) was had gone. Rita glanced at Ash and Zero, checking they hadn't spotted anything she'd missed and when they looked unconcerned (at least, as unconcerned as they could do) she moved forward, careful to keep her steps utterly silent, but with all the broken glass, it wasn't the easiest thing.