She had not! But you know people and glasses, it wasn't always important. Roxy gave him another smile, very sweet and friendly. And then like that he was climbing away up to the rooftops.
"Wait!" Roxy called, taking a few steps after him but all too late. Sighing, her hands rest on her hips and she turned to look back at the thief.
Well, 9-1-1 it was. She stood about for a few minutes to describe the man and the scene, find the street address, before hanging up and going on her way. Roxy wasn't sure where now to go and couldn't remember where she'd been going. No where in particular, really. Just looking around and seeing the sights. It was getting late, though, so after buying some neat space-age Dippin' Dots from a street vendor before they closed up shop she started back toward the secret alley she'd arrived in.