They turn a corner, Eliana in the lead. A short distance away they see a 
group of black-clad youths, laughing and grinning. Their grins grow vicious as 
the youths spot the she. Eliana looks much too diminutive and daintily female to 
pose much of a threat. Raman puts a hand to his knife, the killing knife 
sheathed inside his jacket, but no need.