With her stance sideways, Izzy was able to bend her front knee and shoulder into the petite frame of the younger girl, pinning her against the rain-slicked brick wall.  She could smell Ashleigh's skin in the rain, as she lifted her knife-hand to brace her jutted elbow on the girl's shoulder... the pressure probably hurt a bit, but Izzy showed no consideration for this.  The had to maintain control, keep the girl off-balance, and her sideways stance made it harder to catch a hard knee to the crotch or stomach.  Her trailing left hand was free to pat the girl over, rummaging the pocket of the girl's leather jacket.  "Yeah?" she slid her long-fingered hands down across the girl's hips to her pants, where pockets would be... just in case the young pick-pocket was carrying a weapon.  God knows that a knife wasn't the only thing Izzy kept in her own pockets at this girl's age.<br/><br/>"I don't think so," she said, dipping her fingers roughly into the inside pockets of the girl's coat, seeking to retrieve her wallet.  "Picking pockets is an easy hustle, but you got the wrong mark tonight sweetie."  She wasn't careful about how her strong fingers grazed the girl's warm body under the leather, and she roughly tested the waistband of her camo pants before settling that there wasn't going to be a switchblade or can of mace popping up somewhere.  She retrieved her wallet, dropping the rest of the unsorted cash into the alley's black watered ground.  A passing car briefly flashed its headlights through the alleyway, and her skin looked like cream where her eyes were like inkwells.<br/><br/>"That it?"  She glanced over the cash, long lashes flicking like birdwings.  "That can't be more than a hundred."  She let the girl speak, but didn't ease up on the pressure.<br/><br/>