"South," Krauser says, calling it as he moves across the uncertain rooftop and drops to the ground past it. He doesn't move into the alleyway, since he doesn't want to have to heal burns until he has to. He was there already, after all, and he's waiting for--



That.

He slips into the alley when the light's faded, picking his way with more speed than care; there's the faintest chance she didn't die right away thanks to her shields, and that means he has to finish it now.

Shortly after, he doubles back, circling, knife in hand, headed north.