Paddy was rather confused. Something had happened at that party Harry and Nell had gone to the other night, something somewhat significant, but no one was telling him what it was. Which was kind of really annoying. He'd been put on guard duty a few times, something which had never happened before, so he'd deduced that it must be something that could pose a threat to the theatre or the boys, but he knew no details as of yet. But it didn't take a genius to work out who was involved.
And there she was. He'd been wondering when he was going to see one of Slater's lot around the theatre. He was just coming into work after a morning of recovery from the night before, and he saw her, leaning against a wall, trying to look inconspicuous. And it worked, for other people. She wouldn't look out of place to anyone else, but he recognised those clothes. The only person who would have them, except him, was Delia Slater.
He didn't care what business she had. He wanted his clothes back, and by god, he was going to get them. Striding across the street towards her, he cleared his throat before looping his arm around her waist and dragging her into a side alley, hoping to have stunned her before she began to fight back. "Cordelia, how good to see you again, you little thief."