It's the last comment that cracks her, like he's one of the British guys from the Great Escape. She cackles and curls forward in her seat a little; it's not a pretty sound. She recovers quickly, but the echo of a pleased smile is still there when she curls her hair back behind her ear and continues.

"There were extenuating circumstances. Photos that were supposed to be kept private. Rich pricks who had no business going to little drag meets with an engine like this. Workplace discrimination." She says the last bit as though it's a joke. "So stealing was kind of secondary to revenge, which is much more justifiable."

She knows it isn't, according to basically everything ever. She should have turned the other cheek. But she's only got the one left.