Menachem walked casually behind her and began to whistle. He was terrible at whistling, but that made it all the better. While he kept an eye on her, he also glanced around though he didn't expect to find that many bad fellows hiding in the shadows in this part of town. Those that did had little to lose since they would only be here for a bigger score. The man followed at roughly four feet behind her, but made sure he was close enough that he could step in at any moment.