Even though it was years ago, she remembers that first leap, resurfacing to the cheers of the other thieves clustered around the dock as they'd clapped and she laughs, tossing her head back when he seems to be right as rain. She sits, knees drawn to her chest, arms around them and her smile is still wide and bright.

"That's what it feels like, every time, you've just broken a rule, or it feels like that. The rush." It can be addictive, often she climbs and runs and leaps for the sheer joy of it when she could get around just fine and with less fuss on the streets but it's always better up high. "You did it! I'm so proud, you must be too! Come on, I'll help you sit." Or she'll try because there's about a foot or so in it and muscle if she's any judge of these things but best to sit up, take stock, soak it in properly.