Yep, that was exactly what Ollie was feeling as soon as she started telling him that she a) she could get another one and b) people in need shouldn't have to ask. His eyebrows furrowed and he crouched back down, placing the machete back where it had been while he tried to gather some kind of something to say. It was nice that she wasn't going to punch him in the face, question him about Scooby Doo underpants or offer him a yappy, obnoxious dog but something about stealing from someone who seemed so genuine about not caring? Well… it felt uncharitable. And for someone like Ollie who had dedicated almost half his life to being charitable (or charitable as a thief could be, anyway)? That just didn't feel right.
She'd humbled him, and he wondered if she even realized it... or if he even really realized it.
"Because it's yours," Ollie started, looking at the girl like he was quite confused by her. "It doesn't bother you when someone tries to take something that's yours?"
Because, ironically and undeservingly enough, it certainly bothered him. This girl was quite perplexing.
"It's… it's less about being in need and more about being…" what, a thief? Greedy? He tried to think of the right way to end that sentence, "a creature of habit."