The normal option is to step back into the general foot traffic passing by them but with the cats finishing up the milk and beginning to eye her again, she already knows just enough of them would try following, so she picks a harder to track way to go. Billie nods towards the alley they're near and walks farther in, out of sight of the street and then up a crate or two stowed behind the shop Daud had been more or less helping.

She's transversing the rest of the way, first up to a flat roof on the far side of the alley, then farther up to one empty balcony, then across again to another, longer one, that looks out over the river than over a busy street. The windows and door of whatever the balcony is attached to seem to be shuttered, so it's a good a spot as any other for a spot of privacy.

At least, that's what she thinks. She'll lean against the balcony railing, content in the thought that they're free of cats now... for all of ten or so seconds.

Then one of the small flying cats lands on the other end of the railing and meows at her. Fantastic. Billie scowls at it, as though offended.

"...this is the worst time of the year," she can definitely be heard muttering under her breath when Daud joins her up there.