“Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.”
“I had a stupid crush on a guy who barely tolerated me most of the time. Was that the kind of girl I was? Pick the jerk over the nice guy?”
“It gets so tiring, this strong-picking-on-the-weak stuff. It was the story of my life -literally- and it seemed to be a big part of the outside world too. I was sick of it, sick of guys like these, stupid and bullying.”
“I can't fight. I was once run over by a car with a flat tire, being pushed by two guys.”
“If I have a pocket full of rainbows am I an optimist, or a guy with wet pants and really large pockets?”
“How'd you get in here?"She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.”