Judy
The boy glared back, though he could not entirely hide his fear— the tensing in and drawing in of arms and shoulders. And he stepped rapidly back at the grin, feeling no reason to disbelieve it — jaw tight. He never saw reason to disbelieve threats of immediate violence; they had always been quickly fulfilled in his experience. Backing up to put a distance between them, he'd reach into the bag of coins, to pull out a large handful, dropping it before him almost as a peace offering, before making to bolt down the stairs.
April
The grin vanishes as the boy turns tail, and she sighs, reaching down to pick up the abandoned pouch, making it disappear somewhere on her person, before heading out of the room with the chest under her arm.

Emiko hated seeing kids in bad situations. She was particular about where she spent her money, only going to people who could use the work, she told herself it wasn't charitable, cause she was a thief, and a bad person as a result, when it came to kids, she couldn't help but send some coin their way, though she wasn't against smacking them around should they try to pull something, like being stubborn when they wanted to keep going down the wrong path.

Regardless, she made her way out onto the upper landing, taking a moment to set the chest down, and fumble with something on her belt, pulling a pair of straps over her shoulders, and lifting the chest to set it in a pair of loops, allowing the chest to sit securely against the back half of her hip, letting her move hands-free. 

The thief then turns to leave via the window she had come in through, then pauses with a thought, taking a look around to see if she could figure out where the kid went. Emiko had to make sure he was actually leaving, after all
Suzanne
At around the same time, a group of suspicious figures arrived at the walls bordering the estate from the rest of the city. Shadows were cast over their frames, making only their eyes glimmer with the reflection of a silvery gaze brought forth by the moon and stars.

One of the group made of four stopped and signaled the others to do the same, looking up to feel something amiss. 

"Strange. Wasn't this estate supposed to be empty?"

"Do you feel something?" 

"Yeah. Someone's been here. Or is."

There were others like Emiko and Joss, others that weren't as good willed as the two thieves that chose their mark beyond its wealth. They prowled in the darkness, covering ground to see if they spotted something amiss.
Judy
Joss hadn't abandoned the pouch — just some of the coins. He wasn't going to give up all possible profit from this heist, after all. Heart pounding as he fled down the stairs again, only slowing and getting quieter once he was downstairs. 

It didn't matter what the lady said. He wasn't going to apprentice again. He understood that he had only survived his last apprenticeship through luck. But she didn't need to know that, and with luck, they'd never encounter eachother again. He made his way towards the window he'd first come into.

There were footprints in the snow, leading up to that window. Not all the way up — he'd managed to brush the snow aside behind him most of the way — but in the last few yards, he had not, due to the presence of the wall. And now Joss was approaching that window as well, shouldering his satchel and setting the bag of coins into it with the candlesticks. Just as he moved to open it again, he saw the silhouette of a figure outside.

Already primed with fear, he ducked down below the window and darted to get away from that room — if he went upstairs, of course, the woman would only attack him as she'd said, but if he left the house while the figure was outside (he'd only spotted one and was unaware that there were four), he'd likely be spotted and attacked by — whoever this was. Guards? More thieves? He'd no idea, but he didn't have time to think deeply on it, rushing to find a place to hide. 

He needed to hide near an escape path. This, he understood from prior experience, heart in his throat — thus, he undid the latch on a window in the entrance hall quick as he could without standing directly in front of it where his own shadow might be seen, and squeezed into a cabinet there which held a few books and ledgers but little else, still a space an adult would have trouble fitting into. Trying to quiet his breath, hand over his mouth.
April
Emiko thought for a moment, looking around. Chances are the kid had gone downstairs, it being his most likely route of entry since she doubted he could climb up to the 2nd floor all that well. Not too many people could climb as well as her, now that she thought about it.

So with a wiggle of her fingers, her general body shifting colours, skin, clothing and hair turning dark and mottled, making her that much harder to see in the dark interior, before slinking downstairs, keeping alert for any sign of the kid, which meant, that when she passed by one of the windows, it wasn't hard to notice someone creeping around outside.

Didn't take much of a glance for her to also notice that the figure she had seen was decidedly not the short and scrawny boy she knew was also in here, which was why she was quick in ducking back out of the way since, while she could hide most of herself, her eyes were kinda hard to cover without being blind.

Now, though, she had a dilemma. Emiko was relatively sure that she could get out without being noticed, but she wasn't as sure about the kid, and she wasn't too comfortable leaving, if he was still around. Which meant she needed to find him...