The rescue is not a dreadfully heroic one. The Riftwatch colleague does not leap into danger full of derring-do, brandishing a rapier; he does not place himself in the way, making certain that it is his body assuming the risk of violence. He does not even use his silver tongue to charm and cajole.

Instead, this Riftwatch colleague (who is out walking his dogs, one a tiny rat and the other a mournful hound) matches Cassian's peevish energy perfectly. His response to running across this threatened violence is to just sigh heavily and say, "Maker's breath, Ingrid, not in front of my house. Take it elsewhere."

The leader of this little pack narrows her eyes and replies, "Not in front of your house, not in front of the theater. Where can I make my living, then?"

Byerly turns towards Cassian and raises his eyebrows, clearly asking for suggestions. After all, Cassian certainly gives a general impression of being the sort of person who'd know where you might find some illegal business, if for no other reason than his pragmatism over having a knife pointed at his heart. And Byerly has had this conversation with Ingrid more than once. And clearly none of his suggestions have been good enough for her.