Storm’s Master, Achmed el-Gibar, had not only drilled her in the skills of a thief and pickpocket until they had reached a level where they were as instinctive as breathing, he had also imparted a drive to keep those skills sharp.
Even if not, she would have never let them grow feeble, to many times they had been the difference between life and death for her, even as an X-Man, and she would never dishonour the gift he had given her in that way...
As such plucking her mark had been simplicity itself, the obnoxious business man wasn’t even some one she’d feel bad about inconveniencing. The large wad of cash from his pocket would have covered her immediate needs admirably, but she’d also taken a large bite out of his Bank Account using his credit card and a trick Gambit showed her, and another using his Smart Phone and a trick KITTY, of all people, had let her in on.
Already, simple walking down these streets that were at one and the same time so different, yet so completely the same as those of her childhood, certain lessons and attitudes were coming back to her; you took what you could, from whom you could and you didn’t hold back. She now had a nice stake to start her new “life” with, but she’d want to hold back as much of that as she could for those unexpected problems that hounded those who lived close to the edge, she couldn’t rely on what the next day would bring, or trust in good fortune, or even in her skill...
With that she walked into a second hand clothing shop; looking around it was clear that this shop catered to a very specific section of the street life, all the clothing she could see were for women, and designed to bring attention,
while emphasising and display what they had to offer...