Look. Severa wouldn't call herself clumsy. But it was possible she was getting used to a street she hadn't gone down in a while—she knew the city, sure, but she didn't know every part exactly the same. And it was possible that she tripped over a jutting up piece of the sidewalk. And she miiiight have tumbled into a bunch of motorcycles parked on the street when she did.

But all that was totally hypothetical, because nobody saw, right? No muss, no fuss. She could just go on her merry way and pretend that somebody else was responsible for knocking a couple of motorcycles over. Even if one or two of them looked kind of expensive. Punk kids, right? You couldn't trust them for anything. Nobody would ever suspect someone like her, looking like she just walked out of an American Eagle catalogue. The perfect... accidental not-a-crime.