Overhearing wild speculations about Noir's identity amuses Laila as she does the shopping. Stopping at a local cafe she adds a few theories of her own knowing they'll have spread by nightfall.
By now a storm is threatening and shoppers scurry home. Like the sky, Laila's mood darkens and she trudges on thinking about a different thief entirely.
There's nothing elegant about this one, with his aristocratic airs. He takes things more precious than jewelry and sometimes Laila hates him. Especially on rainy days when he steals Ray away for an idle afternoon while Laila goes about her chores, forgotten.