Sol has frozen where she stands.  This day just got a tad worse.  Still not a loss yet.  Her tail hasn't moved, a strong indicator of her fear and frozen state.  Even as the others are crying and begging she is simply standing there, bare to the world and biting at a nail.<br/><br/>He calls to her and then the others and she stiffens even more, more so that the others race to vainly save themselves.<br/><br/>Finally, she clears her throat and shakes her head trying to appear calm and collected.  "I think I left a job undone back at a previous precinct.  So I shall all bid you fine lords and ladies, a fair night and be on my way."  Her tail hasn't budged.  She knows it won't be easy at all to leave.  She has to cut her losses.  She blew her chances at stealing from him too early.  Not for the first time she curses her easily tempted nature.  She takes a single step back.