She's either lost or stupid, he thought, eying his mark. She was far too beautiful and too easy a target to be walking the streets of Paris alone at night. He moved forward from the wall he was leaning against, silent and unnoticed until the girl was within reach. "Don't scream. I'm not going t' hurt you," he said calmly, grabbing hold of her arm. "Give me anything of value that you 'ave on you."
When she didn't budge, he decided look for himself. She let out a cry as he began to search her, and he sighed. Hearing a noise inside the building behind them, he straightened quickly and pocketed the few coins that he had found. "I really didn't want to 'ave to do this," he muttered, quickly wrapping his fingers around her throat.