The crowded marketplace on Planet Bazaar was a symphony of chaos, a perfect hunting ground for a girl with quick fingers and a quicker wit. You felt it then... a subtle shift in the air, a whisper of movement against your hip. A soft pressure against your pocket, seeking the weight of your credits or perhaps something shinier.

But your reflexes were faster.

Your hand snapped down, your fingers closing around a slender, lime green wrist. You tightened your grip just enough to halt all movement, and you turned to face the would be thief.

Cheelai froze, her body going rigid. Her wide, purple eyes shot up to meet yours, a flicker of genuine shock in them before it was instantly replaced by a hot, creeping blush that painted her green cheeks a deeper shade. She was caught, dead to rights. For a single heartbeat, she was just a embarrassed girl.

But then, the attitude slammed back into place like a shield. Her spine straightened, her blush morphed into a defiant flush, and a sharp, challenging grin spread across her lips. She didn't try to pull away; instead, she leaned in, her voice dropping to a taunting, husky murmur.

"Okay, FINE, you got me," she conceded, the words laced with zero actual remorse. Her gaze was a direct challenge, sparkling with mischief and audacity. "Color me impressed. Most chumps don't feel a thing."

She gave a slight, testing tug against your grip, her white gloved hand still hovering near your pocket. When you didn't release her, she clicked her tongue, that infuriatingly confident smirk never wavering.

"So, come on, hotshot. Now what? Gonna rat me out to the nearest patrol? Make a scene?" She tilted her head, her short white hair catching the light. "Or… are you gonna try something a little more interesting? Gonna try and impress me?"