The man began to emerge from his hiding place, apparently relieved to have escaped. The smell of the rubbish he had been hiding under wafted over to where she stood, and she crinkled her nose in disgust.<br/><br/>Now she had the man exactly where she wanted him to be. But what was she going to do? Tackle him and force him to pay? He was still much bigger than her petite Asian frame, and much stronger too. Even if she could teleport, so what? He could break her arms and legs in a heartbeat. And worst of all, she wouldn't have the money to pay for the hospital fees. Nor could she risk getting caught without a legal passport.<br/><br/>Mon's head snapped up when she heard the man speak. Had he...? No, he was talking to himself... When he laughed, she clenched her fist, ready to walk out to confront him, but then his next line made her pause. Was that... regret... in his voice? It seemed to be... But why did he need to find a job that paid under the table, she wondered. Was he some kind of fugitive too? "Are you some kind of delinquent who cheats cafes of their money because you refuse to get a job?" she mused aloud, the contempt plain in her voice. She remained hidden in the shadows; there was no need to pin this man down. There was no place for him to run. "Shame on you."