The girl narrowed her dark eyes, the smirk not leaving her lips. "I suppose." She shrugged her slim shoulders, dropping the bag from her shoulder, into her hand, then tossing it underhand to the dirty ground at his feet. "There ya go." She still had his wallet, though, and was passing it from hand to hand in an idle motion. "So... from the look of you, you're from Central. All nice and tidy over there, ain't it? What're you doing on this side of the city?" She held her ground, but was rocking ever so slightly on the heels of her worn sneakers, seeming casual and almost bored. "Why don't you run on home to mommy and daddy, huh?" Despite her calm stance, there was an edge to her voice. An anger that seemed unwarranted, and was seething under the surface. She rifled through his wallet, pushing past old receipts and a few family photos, before she reached the Poke' and took a little more than half from the stack. That vanished into her own grubby pocket. Then she tossed the wallet, too, at his feet. 

Above them, on the roof overlooking the alley, a pair of feline eyes watched from above.