She was used to remarks like that. She was tiny, hardly 5' 2'', and was widely thought to be outright adorable. The results were that people didn't often think her capable of much of anything, let alone having words with them. They were always, always wrong. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" She offered, keeping her eyes fixed on the next open street.

Once there, she turned, and it only took a few feet until they were going to look just like two regular people having a conversation.

But then he speaks first and Nancy just has to stop, pause, and blink, picking her jaw up from where it hung slightly. "I- yes, yes you did." Which wouldn't have been a problem except she didn't know him and though she knew there were others, it was always odd running into pick-pockets that weren't in with Fagin.

Or were Kenzi.