Rudolph watched her move about. His body was relaxed, but his mind was on alert. While she hadn't sounded an alarm let, his brain was still wired for it to come at any moment. Lessons learned the hard on the streets. They were often hard to get rid of completely. Waiting for her to step back, he moved towards the quilts she had taken out. Running his hands on the edges, he was amazed at how they felt. He was only a little ashamed by the fact that his hands left a trail of black grime behind them. Not that it would matter in the long run considering where it would be going. Refusing to touch the others, he dragged the one he had been handling towards him and spread it out. His eyes could pick out the slightly larger pattern. It was lovely and as he bent closer, the stitching was small and even as well. It was quality work. There was no doubt there about that. The urchin leader only had a small stab of guilt at taking something so fine. Only a small one though.<br/><br/>While he could see the bigger picture, he could also see the scraps Gwen had used. They were perfect. Cut straight and pretty evenly. Rudolph, if he was careful, could use the squares and the thread from the quilt stitching to patch up the clothes. If he hid it away, he could have it taken apart within a couple of weeks. Maybe even before it was stolen by the others. He could also sacrifice some of the potential thread and cut the quilt in half. That would make it go by even faster. It would all work out. He could see it so easily in his mind.<br/><br/>Bundling up the quilt, he stuffed it under his shirt. Bowing as much as he could, he gave Gwen one last grin. "I will take my leave now. Farewell! Thank you once again!" Moving quietly across the floor, he open the window and slipped out of it. Pausing on the roof, he gave her a final wave.