He shrugged a shoulder. "Ain't much you can do here. You're either on top, or gettin' shit on." He hefted the bag he'd stolen, and that she knew he'd stolen. "This'll feed me for a week, maybe, then I'll have to trick some other fucker's into passing out and leavin' me their stuff. Suggest yeh do somethin' like it yerself... Only, encroach on my stuff, n' I won't be happy." He smirked toward her, revealing a few missing teeth in his slightly-too-large mouth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>