Notices more threats than a trained assassin

“Sure,” I smiled. “One second, though; would you mind checking my notes? On the people following us, I mean.”

“Not at all, sir.” Grigio assured.

“I count a girl down the street, trying to stay out of sight, that guy we’ve seen leaning against, like, seven different walls, and that guy who’s not even trying to hide. There were a few people who watched us closely when we were nearby, but didn’t follow us—I figure they just reported back to someone else—though I’m more worried about the guy way over there, watching us on top of the tower.” I said calmly, like I was mentioning the weather. Like so many times before, I knew appearances would matter greatly here, so staying composed was important. Grigio, for his part, didn’t even twitch until I mentioned the last one, at which point his eyes flicked to follow my gaze and he couldn’t stop himself from frowning.

“You’re Grandmother mentioned that you had good eyes,” He said. “My apologies, sir; I had missed that last one. His name is Swart; he works for the Barca family. He’s…”

Grigio frowned, seeming displeased.

“How bad is it?” I asked him.

“…I hesitate to say,” He murmured. “He’s not armed, but it’s what his presence implies that’s worrisome. If you’ll allow it, I’ll address the matter later, sir. For the moment, it may be best to pretend he isn’t there while keeping him in mind.”

I nodded at him and watched him closely.