[ There's a little jolt of fear when he grabs her wrist, and it shows on her face even if she doesn't make a sound. Her struggle is suddenly far more about pulling back and gaining some distance, and far less about keeping him in the shop. He's already been dissuaded, and hadn't even taken anything yet — it won't be a loss if he gets away clean tonight. She'll just track him down later.
She lifts a leg again, looking to stomp at his fingers as she scuttles back the way she'd come.
(Really, really a poorly-planned idea, this whole thing.) ]
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She lifts a leg again, looking to stomp at his fingers as she scuttles back the way she'd come.
(Really, really a poorly-planned idea, this whole thing.) ]