It was in the moment that the woman had him pinned against a crate that Sky realized that she wasn't some random client or dockworker or passerby. She was someone that Arwel likely hired, which meant that Sky had just broken one of his own (very, very few) rules on pickpocketing -- never the boss's transporters.
He tried to wiggle himself free, but her hold on him was firm, firmer than he knew any woman's to be. With a scowl, he debated if he was flexible enough to try to bite her hand, but he decided against it. If Arwel caught him now, he was already going to be in plenty enough trouble. There was no point in adding more to it.
Looked like he was going to have to sneak away for the festival after all. Unless...
He opened his eyes wide, putting on the most innocent face he could. "S-sorry, miss! I thought something was falling out of your pockets and I thought to get it for you so you wouldn't lose it!"