Things had been too quiet since Trevor and Cora had vanished to the underground world of this "Syndicate," and it was beyond frustrating. If there was anything that Delilah hated worse than darkness, it was feeling trapped. And that's precisely how she felt. She had no problem keeping an eye on Hunt. She had no problem doing her best to ensure everything ran as smoothly as possible topside. She had no problem dealing with muggles to try to control that situation.
At least she had Julian doing his best to back her up where he could, but with the runes, Delilah felt he had plenty to offer yet not enough to make her want to risk sending him out to anything too complicated. Such as trying to find and rescue the dynamic trio down below. And that's where her hands were tied. She couldn't go underground herself, and she didn't want to risk the only ally she had left that she felt she could remotely trust. None of the modern Death Eaters left her feeling they were in the least someone she could send out in the blink of an eye to do something of this magnitude, especially without knowing abilities and strengths and weaknesses of each.
Delilah was most alarmed about Teague's message he managed to get to her when it was already too late to stop his two rescuers. Perhaps she needed a way to escalate things, a way to get the Syndicate to come topside en masse, but what would do it? Delilah felt entirely too frustrated, and she needed outside. The only problem was that most people at least knew who she was in the wizarding world now, the one problem with being press secretary for Teague. So, Delilah had no choice but to venture out amongst muggles to clear her head, and so she left her home via the quick, jolting, uncomfortable, but ever-so-popular means of transportation best known as apparating.
Delilah found herself in an alleyway and simply began to walk after sending a quick little spell at a nearby homeless muggle. She found herself lost in thought until she saw a woman randomly running through town. It was odd, to say the least. She was most likely a thief of some sort, but Delilah began to ascend the stairs after her. She'd probably jump to another rooftop by the time she got up, she figured, and she could be alone up high away from everything and everyone, and it would be just what she needed.
Except she was met by the girl, who had a wand out. Delilah held her hands out in a, "Calm down. I'm not a threat," sort of way. "Oy! You trying to create more of a headache for me now?" she said. She'd had enough to deal with with the whole werewolf fiasco. She didn't need to deal with the Statute, much less be personally involved in its breaking.