"There are worse ways I could spend my night," she murmured as her fingers found the clasp of his watch. She meant it. And because she meant it - it hurt, a lot, that couldn't happen.
She forced her free hand up, glided into the pocket he'd indicated. "He won't get these," she told him suddenly. "They'll be mine...maybe, maybe I'll find a way to use them to try and stay. Gotta be a slum somewhere in this city that'll let me stay at at a price I can afford."