Over there, behind the counter. Back with all the dead bird guts and blood. Her stomach rebelled again at the thought. She could wait.

"I'll come up with something." Now this knife was a problem. She might be able to explain away some blood on her clothes but that was a little too conspicuous.

She tossed a glance around the cafe before spotting an abandoned laptop bag that the owner had left behind while still securing their computer and headed straight for it, unzipping it and shoving the knife inside. That would do.