While the Holiday is all about giving, you've just witnessed someone taking. In the middle of a crowded shopping mall, you just saw someone blatantly pickpocket someone else--or maybe, they tried to pickpocket you? You've got a few options--turn a blind eye, inform the victim, chase the thief--anything you feel is right. But still, you've got to do something.

Ofelia knew what it was like to be desperate, she had lived on the streets, she knew what it was to steal to survive. She knew the shame that came with having to beg, the feeling of being less than worthless, of going to sleep not feeling safe. It had been a while, but she remembered it all so clearly. You do not forget the feeling off the cold floor or the hunger pains. She would not wish such a life on anybody, she would never want to return to it.

You would think this would make her sympathetic, that she would see herself in pickpockets and let the crime slide; that was not the case. The brunette was like a predator, her attention snapped on the culprit and as soon as she realised what had happened she started to chase. The woman had bumped into in, taken her bag like a pro, maybe if Ofelia was not so street savvy she would have been too slow to do something about it - too bad the woman had picked the wrong target, on the wrong day.

She ran as quickly as she could, and was able to catch them with relative ease. Ofelia was nothing if not fit and the long nights out patrolling had only helped her speed and stamina. She put a hand on the woman’s shoulder and forcefully pushed her against the wall, admittedly harder than she had intended to. The woman made a sound as the air left her lungs, half from the assault and half from shock. Fear was in her eyes, fear Ofelia had seen many times before, but admittedly not in her civilian form.

Ofelia was having a really crappy day - she was not putting up with this.

She snatched her bag back off of the woman, who was still as stone, probably not expecting such a response from a girl that looked anything but threatening. Ofelia was thin, tall and dressed like a schoolgirl with knee high socks and a blouse, not many would expect her to be a scrapped at first glance. “You do not steal stuff.” Ofelia huffed, letting go of the woman who was stood now like a deer in the headlights, unable to move from shock. She seemed to defeated, but Ofelia did not let her concern show on her face.

The brunette opened her bag and reached into it, she did not carry much, she did not own much, the woman would have been disapointed to take such a risk for so little. “Do you need money?” She asked, aggravation in her tone, the woman who was surprised she was not calling the cops remained speechless. After a moment, half expecting it to be a trap. “Are you hungry?” nodded her head.

Ofie sighed and thrust the notes she did have into the womans hand. It was a pathetic amount but everything she had right now. “If you need money you ask for it, you do not steal.” She scolded her, more intensely than she needed to. She had been there, she had done it, she knew it was wrong - she knew the shame all too well. People were kind. She left the woman where she was, not looking back once.