The Dodger had seen his fair share of would-be-thieves, but this one had to win most obvious.

"Don't reckon that'll help much with your skill," he grinned at the girl as she bumped into him. "Unless, 'course, it really did just ... fall into yer bag." And with that, he wandered ahead, carefully and deliberately flipping an item over in his hands.

A familiar lipgloss.