Zenith smiles back. “So I take it you agree. A thief and a con. Sounds like the beginning to a doomsday novel,” she jokes, chuckling. 

Carra grumbles in irritation, and playfully punches his arm. “Hey, [i]you[/i] try picking up odd jobs off the street around the nation, and [i]then[/i] we’ll talk.” She grins.