Mills stalks back, eyes on the crowd, concerned that pickpockets never work solo. The air around him seems electrified as he returns to her side, taking the produce and smirking at her, shaking his head.
"Next time, a little communication?" He quirks an eyebrow at her, painfully aware of all the bystanders now gawking at him.
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Date: 2009-04-26 07:44 pm (UTC)"Next time, a little communication?" He quirks an eyebrow at her, painfully aware of all the bystanders now gawking at him.