He gives a half shrug, shifting backpack on his shoulders, relaxing into his seat a bit. Most thieves wouldn’t fight a kid, that much he knows.
“Who w-would I even tell? The p-puh-police?”
Though he laughs, it’s a harsh sound, clearly finding the concept of talking to any sort of law enforcement a source of amusement.
“I would be wa-was-wasting my time.”
▀▒ She observes him, there is a defeatist attitude that he picked up from SOMEWHERE, but where from? Not quite certain.
“That’s really your decision to make, right? ---”
With a raised brow, and a calculating stare, she then turns from him sharply, and collects a piece of paper with descriptions that she would not share with the inquisitive child, CODE breakers for the rich house on-looking the suburban homes, it was unlike the no-good stores in the main shopping area, it was a rather dull town for a criminal.
“You seem very certain of that, don’t tell me you’re a house thief starting young, huh?” ▀▒