Konsa straightened himself up, walking in quietly. This place sold sweets and other knick-knacks. Nothing that special about it. He felt his way to the counter, opening the cash register. Konsa acknowledged that this was definitely not a good thing to do, it was unethical and just plain wrong. He wasn't sure why he was reverting to this sort of behavior, it sort of came naturally to him. Konsa took the cash, holding it up to examine it before stuffing it into his pockets.