"Not really," Kathy said, curling up a little closer to him. So long as he was sure he wanted to talk about her, she was more than happy to comply. "I'm not hiding it, exactly? But I'm not going around and telling the radio squirrels, too. I just spend a lot of my nights patrolling in Baltimore. It's getting to the point where people are starting to recognize me. I mean, more than just to laugh at. People are telling me about things." She glowed with quiet pride. "Where to go to stop something from going down or warnings about people looking for me. You know, either for help, or..."

Actually, he'd probably be happier not knowing about the or. Moving on!

"So, Friday night, I got a tip from one of the working girls I've helped in the past. She'd caught wind of something big going on. She didn't want to go to the cops, but she knew I wasn't going to say anything, so..."