Karla had arrived at the Nocturne as part of a group. If she tried to leave now, she was certain the guards would stop her.
Unoa frowned at her words. He didn't like being threatened, but there was no way in hell he was getting punished by that monster of a fourteen year old.
"Tell me where you're going first," he said.
Karla hesitated for only a moment, then flashed him the key.
Unoa's eyes narrowed at the clown key holder. He nodded and subtly gestured toward a group near the bar.
"They always leave around the same time whenever they come here. That's in ten minutes. I suggest you join them."
Karla gave a quick nod and moved to the group Unoa had indicated. It was made up of drunken men and women, laughing and swaying unsteadily.
She slid in without drawing attention, even joining their conversations and making them laugh.
Fifteen minutes later, she was out of The Nocturne.
