She giggled nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about mister." 
Shaking her head she began stepping back. The wallet in plain view (in her hand) felt heavy with guilt. She placed her hands into the pockets of her oversized sweatshirt and attempted to slip into his head. As if playing with his emotions would help her get out of the situtation. However, something kept her out like a wall. 

"What are you?" She muttered.