Rudolph blinked at her in confusion. She was helping him to escape? That was a new twist. Following her towards the back door, he gave her a nod of thanks. "I left the front door unlocked. You might wanna fix that when ya get the chance." He slipped out of the shop and into the chilly night. Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he didn't stick around long. That would be a bad idea. If his thieving was discovered, he wanted as much of a head start as possible. He even tried to convince himself it would be wrong to return to the scene of the crime. After all, was that not the first thing cops did when looking for suspects? Stake out the crime scene?<br/><br/>Though deep down, he knew that would be the case. He would return if anything to see how that worker was doing. Her crying had really gotten to him and he would hate to think he made her life worse by doing that. She had already had enough if the ears were anything to go by. Just thinking about them made him angry enough that he had to pause and punch a wall. Breathing heavily for a few seconds, watching his breath steam in the semi-darkness, he wondered why he was so concerned. Maybe he had been listening to too many fairytales as he stalked the theater. Guys like him never manage to save the damsel. It was always the clean cut types.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he continued through the streets as he did his best to ignore the thoughts running through his mind.