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[randomsbastard]

This place? Its rather...loud.

In that way where there is gunfire going off over there and something burning that way, and in general a market-style-thing going on where the entries are guarded by people with large guns

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[tophat_andtails]

Dodger just...stares. The walk had been hair-raising enough and now...this.

He's used to London being busy, but not in the state of guns going off and things on fire. He looks around him, a hand on his hat to make sure it stays there.

But after a minute, it's not so bad. He's come here to steal. That's something he can do.

'Shoppers. Yeah.'

[tophat_andtails]

Dodger's staring after the woman, rather shaken. It's one thing to be caught by a regular person and he's sure he would have found to get away eventually - but there was something a bit off about her, and he hadn't liked it.

'Yeah. Reckon so.'

[randomsbastard]

"Wonderful. Everything secured about your personage?"

Martin tucks his case of things under his arm and starts fighting his way back to the entrance.

[tophat_andtails]

He knows better than to obviously check, out in public like this. Besides, of course things are secure. He was the one that nicked them.

'Yeah. Dunno 'ow much use any ov i' is, cos the coins ar' all funny bu' I s'pose I migh' be able ter tell people they're foriegn or sumink.'

He lets Martin fight through the crowd and merely follows in his wake. It's not too hard, surprisingly.

[randomsbastard]

"Or you could, you know, use them at the bar."

He says with amusement,

"Possibly even get them changed for London coins."

Even a masochist has to be able to deal it out. Dodger should see this place in the local equivalent of holidays...

The same walk back to Milliways is simply done in reverse.

[tophat_andtails]

If he weren't trying to maintain an image, he'd grab onto Martin's clothes and take the walk back with his eyes tightly closed. He's privately already formed the opinion that this is distinctly unnatural. The sky should never be that particular shade of pink.

'Can do tha' a' the bar?' He thinks, then shrugs. 'Migh' as well I s'pose. Though I ge' stuff free anyway, Mel said so.'

[randomsbastard]

"Yeah, and how often do you take free things, Rodent?"

He's actually saying "rodent" in a somewhat fond tone of voice, even if he doesn't offer a way to do the walk without looking. It just doesn't occur to him, you see,

"Its up to you in the end, though. You know that if you take it back you'll just have to pass most of it on."

[tophat_andtails]

'...yeah.'

Probably get a clip round the ear too. Fagin doesn't have all that much use for money not of Earth.

'Well, migh' leave it there then. Better'n chari'y.'

He's letting 'Rodent' slip by. Martin's not one to piss off.

[randomsbastard]

Fagin wouldn't, would he?

"Thought you'd think that way."

He says with amusement,

"Gives you a little bit of a cushion if things get back back home."

[tophat_andtails]

'Yeah.'

And then he thinks about what he just said, and hastily adds,

'Fings don' ge' tha' bad in Lundun though. A'ways make a livin'.'

[randomsbastard]

"Eh."

He says with a shrug and a laugh,

"Never hurts to be ready for anything, though."

[tophat_andtails]

Dodger's not much of a forward planner, really. Apart from wanting to be like Bill one day. Martin gets a rather perplexed look.

'If yer say so. Wan' me do do anyfink for you?'

He does remember he has a job sometimes.

[randomsbastard]

"Yeah. Go ahead and put my case back for me."

He says, handing it over. The thing is noticably heavier than it was when the Dodger got it in the first place.

[tophat_andtails]

'Oof. What'ju pu' in 'ere, bricks?'

He grins though, because all in all, it's been a successful day.

'Anyfing else af'er that?'

[randomsbastard]

"Nah, that's it for today, Dodger."

He doesn't ruffle the kids hair only because of the hat,

"And I don't think you could pronounce most of the things I added into the case."

[tophat_andtails]

'Prolly not.'

He winks as he start to jog away.

'Don' hafter be able ter prounonce 'em to nick 'em.'

And then he's gone, laughing as he runs.