Sticky fingers. There was a lady wasn't paying attention. Got it right off her neck. No regulars'd gift me. They know who they'd have t'answer to if they did.
[Judging by that brief look of confusion, Eames has no idea who they'd have to 'answer to', but he doesn't care enough to ask. Must be the girl has a boyfriend or some other man who'll not let her entertain another man's affections. Whatever it is, it's no matter of his.]
Those are skilled hands you've got, taking this from a woman while she's wearing it.
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[Fagin just took.]
Sticky fingers. There was a lady wasn't paying attention. Got it right off her neck. No regulars'd gift me. They know who they'd have t'answer to if they did.
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Those are skilled hands you've got, taking this from a woman while she's wearing it.
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She had a thick, high neck on her dress. Doubt she could feel a thing, distracted as she was.
I learned from the best, didn't I?