Rozalia had clamped her lips shut to stop the strangled cry that would have issued from her lips, in any other situation. Gods, he had a strong grip. Wincing as she stumbled along behind him, her fear was pretty much over-taken by her astonishment. That had been a perfect pickpocket. There was no [i]way[/i] he should have been able to notice her.
Her face blanching white as they approached an empty room, she swiftly realized that she wouldn't be able to run from, or fight this guy. Not with those snake-like reflexes and perception she had just witnessed. 
So that left her with one last specialty of hers.
[i]Sweet-talking.[/i]
"Look... I'm really sorry, I just made a mistake." She quickly flashed him one of her dimpled grins as soon as he closed and locked the door behind them. However, the grin was more nervous than usual as she recalled the strange look in his eyes, and the cold, rock hard grip of his hand around her wrist - which was still throbbing.