Day 1 [This had been a terrible idea. Another to add to her lifetime of terrible choices. Because gods did she have them and was finally at a point where she'd admit to them. Perhaps not verbally to others but to herself? Definitely.
Her plan had been simple. Knock on his door. Compose her thoughts so she didn't sound like an idiot. At some point ask if he and Roland would like to join her for brunch. Only he'd been in the hall ruining her intended plans. And all she had managed to come up with to say was 'thief.' A brilliant way to start a conversation. Most especially with him. This could only end in disaster but it was too late now. Regina raised her right hand and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. A nervous response though she hoped the outlaw hadn't picked up on that.]
I'm certain you'd find a way for the bags to be included in your thievery. Once an outlaw always an outlaw?