Sparrow the Hopper

The ambient train noise muffles the sound of your steps as you attempt to pickpocket a bag of a young woman, who immediately turns and lightly holds onto your hand. Not today, fellow thief! Your eyes meet and you both realize you are matched train hopping theives. She smiles brightly and her face turns a bit pink. I'm called Sparrow. I think you're mine now cutie. What shall I call you? After all, we're gonna stick together from now forward. She gazes at you adoringly.