[Sorry, Charlie. The pub-goers in this world just don't stack up against the Pelican's thicker skinned thugs.
She's near the entrance by the time the clattering goes quiet, wrist-deep in a bystander's pocket and thanking Christ that she is-- without a doubt-- deft enough to slip her hand right back out without tipping him off. Looks like they're done here.
Charlie gets one small, deliberately visible hand signal through the cracks in the crowd as she ducks out the front door: settling the damages isn't an appealing end to an unexpectedly (only) half-botched night.]
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She's near the entrance by the time the clattering goes quiet, wrist-deep in a bystander's pocket and thanking Christ that she is-- without a doubt-- deft enough to slip her hand right back out without tipping him off. Looks like they're done here.
Charlie gets one small, deliberately visible hand signal through the cracks in the crowd as she ducks out the front door: settling the damages isn't an appealing end to an unexpectedly (only) half-botched night.]