That was what she called the Paranoia. Thief Paranoia wasn't like other people's, it was something that just sat in the back of the mind keeping tabs on everything, it was almost a 6th sense and it could be trained and domesticated and used as the best guard dog known to man.
She smiled at that, and also at Toto's tally-ho of a whistle, thankful for the shade along the boardwalk proper, "Don't think I've been down here yet since getting to crazyworld. And I've been here..." She blinked behind her glasses, "Hell, more than a year now."