She was out one night in December 1883, lifting from pockets before a job to keep warm and saw what she figured was a widow, probably old despite her upright figure. Perfect. Fool for walking out so late, what with ruffians like her around. But as she jostled against and dipped her hand in, she got caught; her hand clasped in a strong gloved one. She stumbled as she was pulled back to face the widow.
"What do you think you're doing, little ape?" a voice hissed from inside the hood.
Jenny scrunched up her face, going for pathos, although she was far too old at fourteen for it to really come off. "'m 'ungry."
"So am I."
Well, that clearly didn't work then. Still, no time to stall. She kicked the woman in the shin and attempted to wriggle free but the widow had a ferocious grasp. She got a kick in return when the woman eventually tripped over her, the hood falling askew as they both slipped in the snow.
Jenny gasped as she saw a flash of green, iridescent in the moon light. In her shock of realisation, the recognition of the "little ape" and the voice, she did not run away as the Lizard Woman released her to rescue the hood, both of them scrambling up.
"You gonna eat me now?" Jenny goaded, folding her arms.
The Lizard Woman seemed to consider it. "…no. But do not try to pick my pockets again, little ape."
"No ma'am." She grinned, bowed, stuck her tongue out and ran off, turning back just once to see the Lizard woman standing there watching her. "Merry Christmas!" she yelled before dashing back off, thinking that that made twice now where the Lizard Woman hadn't eaten her despite threatening. She wondered briefly if she'd see her again, although if the Lizard Woman really did eat people, perhaps it would be better if she didn't.
