"You never need to thank me for this, Chris. My blades are ever at your disposal." The same way they are for all of her people. The corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk. "I always welcome the chance to rid this city of more filth, too."

They hardly present the kind of challenge she'd prefer, but dreams does it feel good to truly give back to this city what it deserves.

She's quiet as takes up the body and carries it to the first dumpster they can find, dropping it again without a single care for what disrespect this may be in the eyes of others. If the man didn't want to end up dead in an alley, he shouldn't have taken up the post he did with the city. In her eyes, it's that simple, and everyone else in the city's employ would do well to note the same.

Once the dumpster's been pushed into place and stopped with rocks in its wheels, the rogue cleans her hands once more as they turn their back to their work and make their way back down the way they came from. Before they step back out onto the street, she pauses them, a serious but fond smile on her face.

"May you sleep well tonight, my cleric. You deserve as much and more." She traces the air beside his face with a hand for a few seconds before withdrawing, still turned to him as she backs into the crowd on the street and disappears into them. "Call for me when you need me. I'm always here for you."