Private Finished You Again?

"That may or may not be true, but nevertheless, my statement stands."
Hah'en commented, the teasing smile still vaguely present though disappearing gradually. The thief certainly wasn't as fast as Hah'en, and although he seemed to be faster of mind she still thought not quite as much as Hah'en. But that was something that would be harder to prove, and Hah'en had no interest in proving it.

"Whether or not you are petty is up to my own personal judgement."
Hah'en said with finality, she wouldn't be explaining her standards or reasons for why the thief was or wasn't petty in her opinion. Hah'en mostly called this man a petty thief not because his thievery itself was petty, but also based on her opinion about his personality. Which thus far hadn't impressed Hah'en, just like the man's self-bragging wasn't impressing her in the least.

They arrived on the street outside the arena, and for a moment Hah'en considered sprouting her wings and flying away. But she wasn't wearing her clothes with the wings flaps today, so that option was out unless Hah'en would strip her polo, and that was out of the question. She wasn't that desperate to get away from the thief.
Hah'en looked at the thief with her other brow slightly raised and very serious expression.
"I do not want you to know the location of my private residence. I know I cannot stop you from following me at least part of the way if you truly wish to do so, but if you do not leave the moment I tell you to I will call be police, or beat you to a condition where you cannot stand do you decide to force my hand. Am I making myself clear?"

"I have no intention of getting to know you."
Hah'en stated coldly, though she was pretty sure that even if she said that it wouldn't make this thief go away. And Hah'en knew that if this thief kept bugging her then she would have no choice but to learn things about him, since she couldn't exactly just shut him and his words out completely. Hah'en wasn't nearly emotionless enough to do that.

"I didn't have to threaten you that night either, but it kept you out of my way, so it was effective."
Hah'en in turn said, and then allowed a small smile to rise to her face for few moments.
"Your voice mimicking is abysmal."
With that Hah'en turned and started walking down the street towards her apartment, which was around 10 blocks away from here.

When the thief asked whether or not Hah'en had just smiled she didn't bother answering such a ridiculous question verbally. She smiled like a normal person, no need to be so dramatic about it. So Hah'en just rolled her deep blue eyes and kept walking, her steps more and more certain as she got used to the crutch.

"That is a shame, it would greatly improve your success as a petty thief"
Hah'en commented, and meant it. Many thieves she had met had been entertainers and performers on the side, and they had been very skilled at what they did. Hah'en had admired them so much that she had briefly tried to be an actress. In the end she had been "too stiff" as the theater leader had said. But at least now Hah'en could cry on cue.
Hah'en stopped for a moment to reach into her bag and pulled out her water bottle. It was very important for her to remain hydrated. Hah'en kept walking, now sipping from her water bottle.

The only time he had been caught? Hah'en gave the thief a vaguely incredulous look, then huffed quietly and shook her head a bit.
"I assure you, you will encounter many other people on this island that can catch you. And when they do I hope they will intrigue you more than I do."
Hah'en said, and ignored the thief grabbing his side with a grimace. If Hah'en had truly wanted to injure him she would've done so back when it had been allowed inside that dim library.
"The next person to catch you might not be kind enough to open the window before throwing you out of it."

"The cost of the glass would've been taken from my pay."
Was all Hah'en said, ignoring the thief's comment about him looking pretty. Although Hah'en found it to be slightly strange for the thief to call himself pretty, if he was anything he was more handsome than pretty. Perhaps it was a saying of some sorts, English was still new for Hah'en even with the language charm she had been given. Ovaali was a very flowery language, you'd think Hah'en would learn to recognize simple sayings and double meanings.

"No need for such promises, I could not care less."
Hah'en said with a small sigh, and put her water bottle back in her bag. The thief was slowly starting to drain Hah'en's already almost empty social battery, she needed to get inside her apartment's four walls and do some meditation and perhaps some careful yoga.

"I can always hope."
Hah'en's tone was humourless, for even though the thief had proven himself to be less infuriating that Hah'en had originally thought he was still exhausting. He reminded Hah'en of an ex she had back in her old world, their affair had not ended amicably. As a parting gift he had stolen a priceless jewel-engraved dagger from Hah'en's treasury. Naturally she had later tracked him down, gotten her dagger back and after beating the man she had left him hanging naked from the main square central flagpole. It had been very satisfying.