Judging by the smirk that follows his words, his thoughts are definitely more along the lines of 'make'. It's easier, for one, and also doesn't rely on any of the virtual people actually having pockets to pick.
(Also he's an awful pickpocket and doesn't want to end up having to explain why someone who might or might not be one Dr. Watson (but not that Dr. Watson) has stopped to something as unlawful as petty thievery.)
Still, even with the fact that he's pretty sure that she knows exactly what he's going to be getting up to he can't help but show off a little, raising one hand and showing it off like a magician indicating that he has nothing up his sleeve before slowly and carefully closing his hand into a loose fist. The rest, unfortunately, is not particularly interesting to watch, as he sets about seeing exactly where he needs to do a little gentle prodding to convince the program to provide what they're looking for. Of course, neither is he about to let a simple thing like that stop him. The technical work of what he's doing isn't much to look at, but he has... other options.
Namely, letting a few flickers of lightning play over his fist while he works, careful to keep them where only she can see them, and not any of the people who might be passing them by. The last thing they need is for him to accidentally start a panic.
Fortunately, then, it doesn't take him to long to figure out what part of the program he needs to go poke around in, and he lets the lightning fade as he opens his fist to reveal assorted era-appropriate change.
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Judging by the smirk that follows his words, his thoughts are definitely more along the lines of 'make'. It's easier, for one, and also doesn't rely on any of the virtual people actually having pockets to pick.
(Also he's an awful pickpocket and doesn't want to end up having to explain why someone who might or might not be one Dr. Watson (but not that Dr. Watson) has stopped to something as unlawful as petty thievery.)
Still, even with the fact that he's pretty sure that she knows exactly what he's going to be getting up to he can't help but show off a little, raising one hand and showing it off like a magician indicating that he has nothing up his sleeve before slowly and carefully closing his hand into a loose fist. The rest, unfortunately, is not particularly interesting to watch, as he sets about seeing exactly where he needs to do a little gentle prodding to convince the program to provide what they're looking for. Of course, neither is he about to let a simple thing like that stop him. The technical work of what he's doing isn't much to look at, but he has... other options.
Namely, letting a few flickers of lightning play over his fist while he works, careful to keep them where only she can see them, and not any of the people who might be passing them by. The last thing they need is for him to accidentally start a panic.
Fortunately, then, it doesn't take him to long to figure out what part of the program he needs to go poke around in, and he lets the lightning fade as he opens his fist to reveal assorted era-appropriate change.
"I think that should probably do, don't you?"