Sirens wail in the distance as the heavy night wind stumbles over the crooked rooftops of Ketterdam, and the Dregs - their ranks swelled with young eager hands, many of whom have been brought along on this little standoff for the spectacle - press around as Kaz Brekker leaves the Exchange through the eastern arch, shouting and cheering - they didn't have a good angle to see Kaz's meeting with the Black Tips' lieutenant, Geels, but they could hear it just fine. The way Kaz played Geels. The way she blackmailed the very guard Geels bribed - the way the second guard somehow never came into play (and they don't need any prompting to credit their Wraith for that; it's always her to thank, when enemies fall before you even see them). (The idle way she revealed Big Bol's treachery, too, but - that hangs in the background uneasily, something none of them want to think on too deeply, not with victory spreading its wings over them.)
They plead for details from Kaz of course, giving her just enough space to avoid crowding her - though they can be pretty easily redirected, given the high nervous energy still coursing through them.