It didn't take long to fill the deep utility pockets around her midsection, which in turn began to limit her movement. As the medication began to take effect, she looked for a final target.

She found him quickly, and casually wandered nearby. A tall young man who looked awkwardly out of place. Easy prey. At first he seemed to be waiting for something, then, incredibly, he shut his eyes. [i]Idiot tourist[/i]... She took her chance immediately, sliding her fingers into a bulging pocket as she nonchalantly strolled past, but without warning she heard a loud crack and pain surged through her head. She nearly lost her balance taking a step back. Had she been attacked?

But no follow-up blow came. Dazed, she looked up, rubbing her head. Her pose was mirrored by the young man; their heads had collided as he'd pitched forward to tie his shoe or something. [color=gray][b]"The fuck, mate?"[/b][/color] But as the accusatory words slipped past her lips, she caught the young man's eye. He wasn't looking at her face. She followed his gaze.

[i]Oh.

Duh.[/i]

After being headbutted, she'd forgotten to tuck the wallet away. She stood there stupidly, holding the thing, her head throbbing, feeling her face flush from pain and embarrassment. She struggled to maintain her composure as she soundlessly mouthed words, trying and failing to come up with a smooth apology to let her off the hook.

She'd never been caught before.

[color=gray][b]"Uh... sorry?"[/b][/color]

There really was a first time for everything.