What shall we do with her?

The guard lets go of her spear and drops to her knees, frantically covering herself and letting out a girly, embarrassed squeel. The transition from loudmouthed guard to naked, squirming victim is nearly instant.

You appear, sitting on the boxes just behind Evellyn: "So, what shall we do with her?"

Evellyn facepalms in anguish as the guard's yells of humilation and shock echoe through the alley. "I just - I really don't care, think of something yourself."

You lean a little closer and purse your lips. "Come on, give me a suggestion."

Evellyn, still facepalming: "I don't know, leave her here naked or something, we got other stuff to do."