She follows the cat through the twists and turns of the alleys of Wolfstack, breaking into Spite and then clambering up to the roofs of the Flit. Lillian is nimble, never putting her feet wrong as she leaps across rooftops, even in the darkness.
Before long - another high-up alley, a short maze through an abandoned building, and a rickety door, leaning against the wall rather than hinged. The cat skids up to it, and mrows.
A single bright feline eye peaks out from a gap beneath the door. "Password?" says a young, feminine voice.
"Hiro, I don't have time for this - " spits the cat. "Let us in."
"Not without the password, Senna!" she sing-songs, but the door creaks open nonetheless to her "Hey!"
A rather grubby child looks out. "Wot you want?" they ask, putting a hand on one hip. "This's my hideout."