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[exceptionalthief]

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[restingstitchface]

[Holding his drink, Crane doesn't sip for a while, disliking the act in front of others. He scarcely knows what to do with himself during the silence and so eventually takes a slight taste. A short time later, and he's still breathing. No poison here.]

It's a more exciting way to make money, isn't it? Whatever that store's paying you, it isn't enough.

[They haven't talked for a while, so Crane hardly knows if Hans has changed career.]

[exceptionalthief]

Yes indeed; a thrill every minute.

[Which could be taken as sarcasm, considering the dryness is Hans' tone, but it's actually fairly truthful. And satisfying, as far as beating the system goes.]

Well, I'm not exactly an employee; more of an overseer at this point.

[Underlings run the store, with Hans giving most of his attention to the bomb-making side of things. But that's a secret.]

[restingstitchface]

An overseer? How tyrannical.

[The comment hangs on the air and Crane does nothing to soften it. Coincidentally, he had been something of a tyrant himself, though he had used a velvet glove rather than a steel one.]

[exceptionalthief]

[He might be rolling his eyes just a bit.]

I'm not using the term in an historical context; simply supervisory.

[restingstitchface]

Of course you are.

[It's the tone of a man who doesn't believe what Hans is saying. Though if anything, he's like that with most these days.]