No, of course she's not intending for him to fight in the brawl, which he might notice if he spots her again, signing with the splay of her fingers as she knees a man in the chest. Leave, I'll follow.

It'd take too much waving and flailing around to give a full explanation that there is a plan here, even if Byerly's presence wasn't part of it. Athessa's fighting her way towards the back of the bar, its outlet into an alley that fortunately has a convenient intersection with the street out front.