By the time he had finished, Kitty had to pick her jaw up from the floor. She had nearly stopped processing what he was saying after the first few words, but she had caught enough of the rest of it between his frantic pacing and nervous babbling to understand what he meant to say. Even if she still didn't understand.
"Wait, what?" she began, on the one hand feeling dumb for not at all getting it, but on the other very concerned about what it meant if she really did hear him properly. "You're a thief?" She repeated; the words were foreign in her mouth and awkward to say, "Like, a criminal? I thought you worked at a coffee shop," she said very quickly, as if multiple thoughts were spilling out at once, "What do you even steal? What other people do you steal for?"