“Um, likeeeeee, every part of it?” The dopey expression Viper gives him is entirely out of mock and spite, but she hopes that he thinks she’s just even more stupid than he probably already does. She always liked when people underestimated her. That only benefitted her in the long-run.
“Pssssht. I’ve already managed to pilfer a new bag without gettin’ caught.” Viper snorted, gesturing to the brand new hiking backpack she sported, “Magic train is, like, totally fine and allll, but I’m like, better than that. I’m above the law, baby.” She actually leans in kinda close when she says that.
She’s about to march triumphantly out the door when she quite literally walks face-first into Melvin. She lets out a soft ‘oof!’ as she hits into him, and stares up at him for a moment with the fury of a thousand foot-shorter women on their girlboss theft streak.
Viper’s eyes narrow, she stares at him, hard.
“…What’cha gonna do? Ya gonna make me, Melly?” The cat-like grin that covers her face is only a premonition for the trouble she’s about to enact. Viper makes a dart for the closest slight gap between Melvin and the door.
