Shrugging wide with her arms bent up at the elbow, pistol in one hand  the belt to Yoshiro's pants in the other May continues trying expressing an air of aloofness outwardly. Just then she turned to see what she picked up almost unconsciously.<br/><br/>"Oh oopsies sticky fingers! Sorry Yoshie"<br/><br/>May giggled as she handed back the belt back, but beneath her indifferent facade an uncomfortable crawling itch of conflicting desire to just run and keep running until it all goes away and the almost perverse hunger that seemed to be intensified by this strange and garish place<br/><br/>...so much oddity to explore... the buxom thief mused as she handed the pistol back wit hno small amount of trepidation. No wonder she unconsciously filched it the presence was oddly comforting.<br/><br/>Shaking her head as she snapped out of she put up her mask again and giggled as she tilted her back and tried to sound professional for a moment<br/><br/>"Oh I think you've still got it Yoshie. Given patient zeros apparent proclivity its stands to reason she might not have learned to appreciate the mature, rich flavor of that troubled yummerrific  bad boy look you have going on.<br/><br/>May giggled while pressing the tip of her nose as if to hold up some imaginary pair of glasses.<br/><br/>Speaking of mature flavors...Coffee! We totally need some or some those trucker pills. Put those on the list along with some tools. It's like hairpin or credit card will work on any lock. Anyways which way did she we should head? East west, up down? Ziplines!? Oh and don't actually make a list trust me those are not fun when they're evidence A.<br/><br/>