Alpha gave an almost-barking, harsh laugh. "Look, pal, like I said, I'm just trying to survive. There's no places here in Whitby that'll offer me work considering my, ah, sketchy reputation, so I need the cash to get out of here, make a new start if I can." She sighed and slowly lowered her dagger. "Alright, how about this: you give me directions to the nearest town, I keep my knife off you and vice versa, and I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can, ah, buy me a pair of decent shoes." The ones on her feet wouldn't likely last another week, and they'd never get her to the next town, wherever that may be, so getting a new (or 'slightly-used') pair would have to do. She would prefer to take a train, but if the nearest town wasn't wildly far, she could probably risk the trek. She'd end up hungry on the road, sure, but it had been years since she had a full stomach and she knew she could handle a little extra fatigue and hunger pains if it meant getting to start over.