Arthur is human. He can't see past Nancy's illusions, to see how tired she is, the few gray hairs now that shimmer in just the right light.

"Bloke turned the second I grabbed his wallet. I've been running the past few blocks." Nancy keeps her head down, though one eye is glued to the front window of the cafe, hoping against hope that the man kept running. She really didn't want to have to deal with being arrested today.

Especially now that Fagin wasn't around to get her out of jail.