"Ye are the oddest thief I ev' met," Vigdis laughed.  The sound was genuine, bubbly straight from her belly.  "A rather curious person, I must say and I've met some strange ones.  What's yer name?"  The threat of police didn't make her sweat at all.  Vigga literally spent her entire life running away from the police.  Granted, it would be easier if he didn't call them but either way, she wasn't worried about.  "If ye aren't a thief, ye shouldn't go 'round accusin' people who try to help ye.  Yer things sprung everywhere… why assume I took 'em when they prolly rolled off onto the tracks."  While lacking in proper education, and sometimes seeming a dullard with her endless questions, Vigdis could be rather clever.  "C'mon," she pulled her empty hand out of her pocket and motioned for him to follow.  "I bet we might find more than a couple pound down there."  She started to move toward them, her arm held out for him to join her.  "Monies aren't the best lost things to find on the tracks though.  It's the dropped photographs and the love letters, not that I can read those on me own yet."