Quinn made her face wide eyed and slightly pained, letting her hair fall in her face, concealing her features, sticking to the shadows. She reached up and cupped the back of her head, as if slightly hurt or dazed.
She turned a little back towards the voice announcing the death, and let the shock of the news show on her face.
She looked up at the man then, and pulled our her CI identification, and flashed it. She did work with the cops after all.
"Let me call it in, you guys may wanna get outta here, you know? Cops aren't that friendly to street folk, and I fear I have more info than you two after hitting my head back there. Asshole practically ran right through me..."
Quinn thought on her feet, she wanted to get rid of them, and no cops. She could dispose of the body herself. Sewers were great for that. Shove them down there, and light them on fire. No one is the wiser.
Let me know what rolls you want me to make!