"Sounds like a plan, I'll be out there." And with that she tips her hat to him, as if she were a gentleman of some sort, and turns to prowl on out to wait.

While she does, she also grabs her staff. Just in case things get hairy, during this conversation. You never know, and it's better to be safe than sorry. By the time he gets out again, she's leaning against the wall just outside the doors, tossing the length of carved wood from hand to hand restlessly, and watching the street more than the doors she's hoping wonder boy will come out of.