As Garret moved around the room, near-silently collecting a miniature treasure trove of valuable objects, he kept his ears peeled intently for any possible change in the noises this bedroom's inhabitant was making. After a while, he thought he heard a subtle change in her breathing patterns, and a smile crossed his face. Oh yes, this was going to be a<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>interesting change of circumstances. Perhaps it wasn't wise for him to be excited about something like this, but what was life without a few risks? To make things more entertaining for himself, he decided against immediately confronting the person. As far as he could tell, there were no items that could be considered weapons in the room, and it seemed unlikely to him that a spoiled rich girl would keep one under her pillow.<br/><br/>He continued on his way, snatching up various items and depositing them into his pack, although his attention was far more focused on the events behind him, now. The faint sound of blankets rustling signaled what he assumed was the tenant getting out of bed, and for a while there was no noise but breathing, as the floor in this room made little to no sound. Garret stopped what he was doing and simply waited, letting his arms drop to his side and moving his head back and forth as if he were scanning the space in front of him. Then, suddenly, he felt a sharp<span style="font-style: italic">whack</span>on the back of his head as the person finally made their move.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œWho the hell are you!? Get the hell out of here!â€</span>screeched his 'attacker.' The blows weren't outright painful so much as amusing. Whatever object this person decided to use as a weapon clearly wasn't very suited to the task, although after the second and third whacks the pain was a bit more noticeable.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œGet out! Thief!â€</span>she yelled again. Clearly he was in no immediate danger from her directly, but that noise of hers was going to be his downfall.<br/><br/>In one quick movement, Garret dropped the sack to the ground and spun on his heel, gripping her wrist to cease the attack.<span style="font-style: italic">An umbrella?</span>he noted with internal amusement, tightening his grip around her hand to make her drop it. In the same moment, he moved a hand to her face and held it across her mouth, attempting to silence that noise which would surely bring attention to his nighttime visit if left unchecked. To prevent her from simply pulling away from his hand, he started walking forwards, taking her with him towards the bed. "Oh dear, it seems our little girl is feeling feisty tonight," he said with a grin, attempting to push her back onto the bed so she would be easier to hold down. "Tell me, sleeping beauty, how did you think this situation would turn out for you?" he continued with ill-disguised glee, clearly amused at the situation he had found himself in. Despite the situation, however, his voice was lacking any hint of malice. As he tried to keep her in check, his eyes scanned the room for any sort of object he could use to tie her down. He was going to need to get out of here eventually, and he didn't want her moving about - or worse, speaking - as he did that.