It's a big city. I do think there are better places to talk in.

[She humors politely in return, leading the way back to where they were previously. Her bushel is still there too, at least no one was rude enough to try making away with it while they were in the alley. Her demeanor also changes once they're back out in public: aloofness melts away to casualness, no sense being too serious when everyone else out here is celebrating.]

May I ask you about someone I bumped into recently, Silco?

[Asking as a 'friend', not for a favor or anything. That window is long closed and gone, so if he'd like to refuse right away, he certainly can.]