There wasn't more that could be expected. Some things were just engrained in a person's being and the thieving lifestyle was just one of those things for Ollie. "Can't expect a person to change overnight," was all he responded with, still feeling a little bit irritated at being made a spectacle of. Grand Central was no longer the prime territory that it used to be. Now everyone would be suspicious of him. Fantastic…
Ollie arched an eyebrow at how quickly her tune changed. All of a sudden she was civil, and talking to Ollie like he hadn't just tried to take one of what he assumed to be her most prized possession. He could see that she hadn't forgotten about it, which was a good thing, but she wasn't going to kill him anymore. Also a good thing.
"Ha ha," he snapped sarcastically. "Ollie," he introduced himself, brushing himself off and turned to look in a nearby window to assess the damage she'd done to his eye. He'd have to take a better look later, because for now, he didn't trust her not to lunge at him again. Even if she did have her necklace back. "A word of advice, though? Not all thieves are nice and friendly like me. Next time someone asks you to ask nicely, you might want to listen. Because… yeah. Might not end so well."