[ his suggestion to carry her is a mere tease, anyway; he doesn't expect that she would let a stranger touch her, let alone carry her. but, he thinks, if it came down to it, he could totally do it. all those pull-ups and crunches in his bedroom (storage attic) had to count for something.

ren looks over his shoulder, blinks, and casts his gaze toward the decrepit ceiling of the mall. ]

Isn't it more fun to wing it? [ he's only musing slightly to himself. as the leader of the phantom thieves, he understands the need to come up with intricate infiltration plans to secure the goods. he can't imagine it being too much different here; or, rather, it'll be much easier than, say, stealing someone's source of distortions. but his eyes fall back on her face, smiling gently.

his hand goes to his pocket. there's a wrapped piece of semihard cheese that he found in the food court. moldy bits cover the surface, but ren knows enough that you can just cut away those parts and still find a 'good' part of the cheese, enough to entice rats. well, that's what rat-joker would have done, if he were still a rat. ]

If we can just just scatter this in the opposite corner, I'm sure we could lure them away from our things. [ if their things are in there in the first place. ] Enough of a plan for you?