“Well, compared to me...” Missy lets the sentence hang, unfinished, and shoots Theta a look.
The effect of which is somewhat ruined by her popping a fry into her mouth--a purely intentional move, of course, because she’s reveling in the lightness of their shared mood and wants to keep it the way it is.
“Ah, but we’re both troublemakers, aren’t we?” The Time Lady says once she’s swallowed, shaking her head with a grin. “What a pair we make!”
She reaches out and snags Theta’s drink to take a sip, still smiling as she sets the paper cup back in place.
“...Although I think we’ve both downgraded to petty thievery at this point. But hey, you feel like robbing a bank again, you let me know--it sounds like fun.”