Olivia's pride was certainly wounded, and she considered another swig of the flask and this time spitting it in the boys face. But would that make her any better than him? No, it wouldn't. And it was even more unladylike than her most well-known vice. She lifted an arm, using the sleeve of her gown to wipe the muck from her face as she snorted at him.

"Right. It won't happen again," she promised without going into detail--certainly, this warranted getting a weapon of her own. She settled that thought in the back of her mind and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

Whether or not Olivia would admit to being robbed by a child was up in the air. Most of it depended on whether or not she encountered someone else, namely a member of her family before she could get to her room. She shooed Edward again and grimaced at the smell clogging her nostrils.

"We'll see.."Ed snickered at her cleaning her face. He was thrilled at having gotten such reward so easily. He stepped back and put his blade away , peaking out to make sure no one was around to see. "Thanks fer tha gif's. Maybe I'll see ya ag'n real soon." The boy chuckled and stepped slowly away onto the main street.

He hugged the jacket close against the cold and thumbed the necklace wondering how much it was worth before he started to run off, not looking back. Not like he cared what happened to her on the way home or if she followed him. In his mind, she'd be running home and crying about the big bad criminal who held her up and robbed her of everything.

He grinned huge at that picture. He was a bad guy.

Olivia watched with a heavy frown as the boy ran off, horribly sobered up by the encounter and the smell of manure clogging her nostrils. It was a horrible, horrible smell and her steps quickened as she made her way home. Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked at a brisk pace, trying to forget the encounter altogether.

It wasn't that easy though--things the boy had said struck the socialite as awful. Perhaps because they were true. Olivia never knew an unmet want that she could remember. Excluding her beloved, of course. She'd been fed with a silver spoon, and the way the boy felt compelled to react tugged at something far deeper than the sheer fact she'd lost belongings.

She continued her trek home, the rest of it uneventful.