It was. [ There's a little curve to her lips that wasn't there a second ago. Thieves aren't usually interested in being remembered, but she's learning to like being recognized - at least by some people. ] The mice? They're good for a distraction at least. [ The best she's gotten them to do is scamper away for a short time before their need to return to their brethren becomes too much and they end up back in Nami's bag. ] Glad I brought them tonight.

[ There's a desk full of things to stow in her bag to distract Nami from that thought, though she doesn't miss the other woman's smile, nor the way she pushes a few more precious-looking objects closer. They disappear into the rucksack, and it's not until she hears a bit of paper fluttering to the ground that she stops and moves on, checking the walls for the presence of a safe, glancing towards the pamphlet Wen Qing looks over.

Her eyes cut to the woman at the use of the term madame, and while ordinarily, the word is all it takes to summon up at least a little prickle of ire, right now it just makes her smirk, ] Good thing this place doesn't have a hedge maze. [ Nami, what the hell are you saying?

A few more objects swiped, and a few less stupid remarks slipped by without her say so she gives up on finding a safe, and looks up to catch Wen Qing's eye, cocking her head towards the door. ] Ready to see if we can find him? [ A beat. A smirk. ] I bet he's got better dirty books.