Amelia's silent on the street as she waits, a mask tied over her mouth and nose to keep anyone from recognizing her directly. Aloïs already knew she'd be out for the night, possibly without returning, so she doesn't send him anything else before silencing her phone. Too late she's realized she didn't bother with a cloak this evening, but it's fine. She has a few black kerchiefs in her pouches that will have to do enough work before they take to the streets after they're done.

She nods to him as they start their walk to the Zoo, voice as quiet as she can make it. "You'll have the last blow. You need it more than I do." As angry as she is, as full of rage and unfettered need for violence as she is, Hawke has it much worse. This is his for the taking, but she's going to help.

Getting to the prison is easy, though Amelia keeps them to the shadows as they approach. She motions silently for Hawke to wait for her as she nears the entrance, closes her eyes and listens for words from inside on movements and who's where, and it's not long before she has what she needs. A usual hangout near the outskirts of the Down is their target. It seems the unassuming victims have the next day off and are celebrating their successes with excessive drink tonight.

It will be their last.

Information relayed, the rogue quickly starts them off. "What else do you need once we've found them? Other than space to work." Something readily available at this time of day where they're going.