Lenna got tight-lipped. She'd just convinced one of Slate's to leave him... and she couldn't even do what the girl had asked.

"Sorry," She said. "You're going to have to tell him, yourself."

The brunette sighed and placed the phone back in her pocket. "Fair enough. I'm a big girl. I can do it." For a moment she looked a combination of angry, scared, and confused, but then she smiled. Her blue eyes twinkled. "Again, thank you for everything. I'm glad I know you."

Henrietta was being completely sincere. She was glad to know Lenna, even if meeting her had caused her to join the Kabal and agree to work for Slate. She was scared to tell him that she was backing out. The girl wondered if he'd be angry with her.

The awkward moment passed.

Lenna reached into her pocket, extracted a notepad and pencil. She jotted down a number, and passed a torn sheet to Henrietta. "My number," She looked the girl in the eyes. Henri was getting rid of her phone and its contacts list. She'd need it. "Call me, if you want to train. Or need help."

She smiled weakly. The girl was a lot stronger now than when they'd first met. She could handle herself. Even if she still had a lot of growing up to do.

Lenna turned, and waved over her shoulder. "Bye."

The blond vanished down the street. She left Henrietta to do that growing on her own.

The woman passed a Henrietta a piece of paper with a phone number and told her to call if she needed training or help. The way she added 'help' at the end made her a bit nervous, but she smiled graciously nevertheless. "Thanks. I'll be sure to give you a call if I need either of these things."

Henri watched Lenna leave and then glanced down at the phone and the phone number. I wish you could help me tell Slate I want out. I don't know how he'll react to it, but this is something I need to do on my own. Of course, you already know that. She smiled slightly and slid both items into her purse before resuming her walk.