[She looked at him, clearly emerging from under a stone where some of her Clan's secret fire runes were engraved in the stone and painted, her gaze going from the stove to his face, then back to the stove, before settling on his face with a raised eyebrow.]

.... Not here to steal anything, huh? So copying ancestral rune magic from a Clan you don't belong to is not considered stealing anymore then? Maybe I should just let the cops deal with it....

Ninety-five seconds left, by the way.

You give that page you just scribbled on, maybe I'll punch in the safe code.

[She held out her hand, all the while hoping he was not going to start a fight, because she had very little hope of coming out on top if she did. She literally was the worst person to have on call during a break-in, but her uncle refused to take her out of the rotation because, quote, 'Everyone has to do their part.'

Even if that part ended probably being beaten up in the back of her own family's shop. Ugh.]

Listen, I don't want trouble. Just give me that and get the hell out. One minute.