Normally Ashleigh didn't like coffee. It was too bitter, and when you lived like her, dreams and sleep were the only break you got. Caffeine, then, was counterproductive to her happiness. But the heat emanating from the dark steaming liquid in her mug was too tempting to resist. Soaked from head to toe, she took a sip. The rim covered her face while she drank a few more sips, hiding the mixture of revulsion over the taste and soothing pleasure from the heat. Maybe she could understand why some people liked it. She put the mug down just as their meal arrived.<br/><br/>For the last few minutes, she had given all of her attention to Izzy. Ashleigh had heard a million speeches by a million people, but this one was different. Nobody was ever this honest, or this open. There was only one thing that could have torn some of her attention away from Izzy, and that was a hot meal.<br/><br/>She could still hear the other woman while she ate. Devoured was probably a better word. Ashleigh always has a lingering sense of hunger. Though not starving, she rarely ever had 2 meals a day. Sometimes she had nothing in a day, except water. But she never went long enough for her stomach to shrink so badly that she lost her appetite altogether. It took her less than five minutes to finish the entire plate of food.<br/><br/>"You're a thief?" She asked hesitantly, her voice quiet enough that they wouldn't have to worry about anyone overhearing. For a second she stared at her across the table, unsure how she was supposed to react. The wheels were turning, but Ashleigh had not expected that.<br/><br/>Of course, she had her suspicions already that Izzy was either a cop or a thief. Nobody else would have been able to notice their pocket being picked the way she had. She made up her mind a long time ago that this wasn't a cop. Police didn't act the way Izzy did, didn't talk the way she did. Maybe she was undercover, but what would an undercover cop want with a low level pick pocket like her? Nobody was going to miss the few hundred dollars a week that she stole. What else did that leave besides a thief? The honesty of her speech convinced Ashleigh that she wasn't a serial killer or human trafficker. Definitely wasn't preaching God's word. No, she had to be a thief. What Ashleigh hadn't expected, however, was for her to come right out and say it, no matter how honest she had been about everything else. Yet she had. Even gave her the chance to turn her in. They both knew how that would go, though. Ashleigh did not know what to think of this... Unique woman.<br/><br/>"Are you trying to recruit me or something?" She asked cautiously. Ashleigh wasn't stupid. She could see where this was going. It might even have made her a little proud. Izzy wasn't angry with her, but impressed by her. Still, she didn't trust her.<br/><br/>"Exactly how much do you make?" She questioned, a curious glint in her eye. If there was one thing that could always tempt Ashleigh, it was the promise of payment.