A lighter ignited at the end of a drain pipe, as the rat girl set against the inner wall of it. Lighting a small roach as she took a deep hit, blowing the smoke out of her nose as she watched the moving city lights from the distance. As she took another puff. Nearly dragging the fire to her fingers. As she grinned.

"Welp. Time to cause trouble in paradise again." Her combat boots hit the ground as she got up. Throwing her backpack over her shoulder as she began to quickly make her rounds.

From "accidently" bumping into wealthy tourists that didn't guard their pockets so well. To selling cheap computer parts in boxes. That were in reality just boxes full of her old beer cans that weighed it down she moved through the city. Ending up in a alleyway after a few hours. As she counted the large cash stack. A smug grin across her face

"500. 600. 750. Nice." The sound of a police siren, whoop echoed across the street. As she turns grabbing her bag.

"And now we scram." She quickly moved climbing over a fence line across the street. Trained from her routine. She still needed some more for a few months. At least if she wanted to restock on some beer. As she quickly walked down the street. Looking for her next target. As her eyes cut over the street with a soft hum.