A startled yelp flew from Olivia's lips and she took a hurried step backward. Her hand flew upward to her left breast, flat of her gloved palm pressed to the cloth of her bodice. The kid's height alone was imposing enough to catch her off guard--she was only five inches taller than him, and she wouldn't be getting any taller.

The socialite couldn't see the blade, though she wasn't in any state to question whether or not he did, in fact, have one. She didn't carry a purse, precisely for this reason. In case it ever happened. She hadn't expected it to, though. Her lips pressed into a thin line and she lifts her hands, showing empty palms.

"I spent it all," she lied through her teeth, not keen on giving up what she did have in the pockets hidden away in the folds of her skirts. Her dark gaze swam as it tried to focus on the boy. A necklace glittered at her throat, but aside from that, there was no other visible jewels upon her--her engagement band was joyfully hidden away beneath her glove. Her hands were held up defensively.