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Oh, nothing; I just wanted to chat. That was one cool criminal apprehension.

[Underline the deeply suspicious...]

Just doing my job, when someone breaks into my cabin.

I bet you have crazier stories than even that, right?

[Her reply is simple.]

Many.

Well, maybe we can talk about them sometime? I'd like to hear about working in the gym, too. What do you guys do?

[What does Natalie do????]

I'm sorry, the last time we met you were breaking into my cabin.

[The unspoken 'why' is rather heavily hanging in the air.]

Do you still think we were lying when we told you why we did that?

You both claimed to be the ringleader. I don't think you were lying, I know one of you was.

Oh, well.

When you think about it, does it really matter who the ringleader was?

Yes. Deeply.

There's this whole 'accepting responsibility for your actions and misdeeds' thing that's a rather crucial part of reform, you see.

But, I mean, we both participated.

[A slight sigh.]

Well-spotted. Now, take responsibility for your own actions.

I am. I broke into about fifteen cabins and stole things.

That's acknowledging the damnably obvious.

Now, take responsibility. What are you going to do next?

Take a break from thievery?

[She sighs.]

A break.

I was joking. I phrased it that way as a joke.

It's a well known fact I don't possess a sense of humour.

Oh, come on; you totally do. You're fun! You're funny.

As a bloody tomb. And in any event, you'd think by now you'd tire of petty thieving.

Hardly a challenge, I'd think.