Marty looked to Mitzi expectantly.

"There's a place," Mitzi says in response to Marty. "I'll lead the way, but everybody's got to be cool, understand? They ain't gonna like me bringin' a crowd like this, so let me do the talking." She starts walking.
In response to Blue, Regdar starts fishing through his pockets. "I've got some chips. Four, five bags. And some tortilla chips, too. And a bunch of beef sticks. But I'm gonna need some for later."

Marty follows as Mitzy leads.  "So what brings you to Sigil?"  She asked Horns as they walked.  "Football scholarship, or is the team secondary to your education?" 

"You don't talk much, do you?"  She sighed and gave up.  She didn't even know what she was thinking.  If she was thinking.  Was she really so shallow that a flexed bicep could disengage her brain?

She watched their route, just in case she ever had to retrace it on her own.

"Yep, I never change," Regdar agrees. Horns snorts.
Mitzi leads them to a back alley off of Denning. She knocks on a door. A small slot at eye level slides open, and someone says, "A heart so true."
"Our courage will pull us through," she replies, and the door opens. "Come on."
"Whoas, whoas, whoas," the rat-shaped person on the other side says. "Whos all dese peoples? Bosses says nos bodies whos don'ts knows the passwords."
"They're cool, Ratigan. They're with me."
"Nothins doins. Is gots to sees some IDtifications."