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As she finally forced herself to calm down, Mag looked over to the arena, the excitement of the crowd leaving her in two minds about the whole situation. On the one hand, this place was full of complete monsters - that, or authorities like the PRT who might not just let her missing person status slide. Staying here was really risky, but at the same time... going without food for so long wouldn't help her in the slightest.

And for better or worse, just about everyone seemed enraptured by the spectacle in front of them. With all the gambling that was going on, it was a fair bet that these people at least had some kind of money. Or valuables - phones, jewellery, even betting slips would be good enough at this point if she managed to cash them in. They also probably had pockets.

It was a risk. Definitely a risk. But in here, under the watchful eyes of the city's most powerful gang leaders, there couldn't be [i]that[/i] many people brave or stupid enough to start a fight. Not that she was being as tactical as all that, mind; at the end of the day, a quick superpower-murdering seemed less drawn out than starving. Plus - she grimaced - she [i]was[/i] as powered as anyone here, like it or not. And if someone got really angry, well...

[color=darkorange][i]Doesn't matter anyway. I won't get caught.[/i][/color] Glancing around uneasily, she corrected herself. [color=darkorange][i]Make that can't get caught. These guys are terrifying.[/i][/color] And probably murderers.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to spot someone who wasn't quite paying enough attention to his wallet. Her heart just about stopped in those few moments where she pocketed it, convinced that every pair of eyes was on her. But they weren't, and deciding not to push her luck she picked a seat at random in the viewing area around the arena. Looking around shiftily, she opened the wallet, rifling through its contents and hoping the owner didn't notice his suddenly lighter pockets.

...well, at least she was small enough to dodge through the crowd if he did.