+ stop-that-imperial-thief
M'aasha's lips grew into a thin, hard line as ver eyes flickered across the face of the imperial, calculating and focused. Before ve spoke, ve took in a deep breath and forced a grin.
"This one has quick fingers, I see," M'aasha commented idly, giving a nod towards the other. "But M'aasha is not unfamiliar to this craft. I only ask that you keep those hands away from my pockets."










