Cyril heard her before he saw her, the steady clicking of her heels heralding her approach. He poked his head out of the alley and spotted Lily, so out of place, and smirked. He stubbed his cigarette out on the brick of the alley wall and stepped into view. "Pardon my sayin', chérie, but you stick out like a sore thumb." He scanned her appraisingly. "Where you headed?"