[Open] You've got to pick a pocket or two

[versatilehand]

WHO Eames & anyone! Open.
WHAT Arthur and Eames have been here a while now. They're planning on getting to the bottom of their situation through dream-sharing, but the materials required don't come cheap. So Eames is on the look out for some easy money.
WHERE The streets around the Hill
WHEN Tuesday evening.
NOTES Multiple threads welcome! Eames is

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[takebacktostart]

Camilla is on her way back towards the manor, after a very busy day at work. Her clothes are dark but tidy, nice enough beneath her coat, untied hair flying behind her in the breeze.

She appears visibly distracted as she walks, hands in pockets, then fumbling with her bag, her mind still caught up in formulas and equations.

Of course she doesn't so much as look twice at anyone she walks past.

[versatilehand]

Eames hasn't been waiting long before the perfect mark comes into view at the end of the street. Female, expensive clothing, clearly distracted. She's clutching a bag, too, which doesn't look hard to slip a hand into.

Taking a breath, Eames moves to cut her off, trying to look friendly rather than daunting. "Excuse me!" He calls out, when he's within hearing distance. "I wonder if you could help me?"

[takebacktostart]

Camilla slows, glancing back at the sound of the voice, blinking sharply as she comes out of her daze. She considers the man approaching her.

It's late - she's out alone, and there really is no part of this city than can be considered entirely safe.

But he looks clean enough, respectable, and at least he's not running toward her with a weapon outstretched in his hand. Camilla decides she can at least give him a shot. She stops walking.

"Yes? What is it?"

[versatilehand]

"You'll have to excuse me," Eames carries on playing the role of the charming, if rather stupid, gentleman, even as his hand slips into the woman's bag and closes around what feels like a wallet.

"I'm rather new here, you see. And I've completely lost my way."

[takebacktostart]

Camilla might be on her guard, but she's far more worried about a physical attack or something even more alarming than anything so common as a pickpocket. She completely fails to notice as he takes her wallet.

Since she has no banking in this city and her belongings can't be entirely secured at the Manor she usually carries a good amount of cash on her - so in that regard, he may count this as a success. There's a chance his fingers might brush against the sealed syringe of her emergency medication while inside her bag.

"Neither of those are rare things around here," she tells him politely, managing a brief smile. "The geography of this city can be somewhat variable. And thus understandably hard to navigate."

[versatilehand]

Purely on the look out for wallets tonight, Eames considers that alone a success, and doesn't tempt fate by going back for a second feel through her back. A quick move of his hand has the item safe in his own jacket pocket, another has the bag zipped back the way it had been originally.

"I'm looking for the library," he asks for the first place that comes to mind that isn't where he's staying, wanting to bring the encounter to a quick close now that he has what he's after.

[takebacktostart]

He removes his hand just in time, as the next moment she shifts her bag in an absent gesture closer against her side. She fails to notice anything amiss.

"The library?" Camilla is a little surprised, thinking it must be late to go looking for some light reading. "Well, the last I saw of it, it was..." She offers a set of brief but hopefully helpful directions. She also describes the building in question best she can to make it easier to spot.