Ollie winced when he heard a nearby voice acknowledging his presence, and even more when said voice pretty much let Ollie know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was talking to him. Clearly, he was out of practice, because if this had been two or three years ago? Pulling something like this off on someone who was sleeping would have been child's play. Alas, he lacked all his tools and petty thievery had never been his game to begin with, really, so he heaved a sigh and immediately stopped rummaging through the bag. Man, if Uncle James could see him now, he'd never hear the end of it, would he?
He could have lied, sure. It would have been easy. Could have told the guy that he wasn't planning to rob him blind, but who was he kidding? He'd been caught elbow-deep in someone else's belongings, so lying was really a moot point right about then. He sat up straight and looked at the guy, shrugging a shoulder. No use trying to make the situation out to be anything other than what it was, right?
"Caught me before I could get to anything," he mused, "let alone any priceless Scooby Doo unmentionables."