Eclipse found it ironic. In all her reporting days, she had never once seen a mechanical eye before, despite the fact that augments were common these days. Eclipse's inner pick-pocket was telling her to bolt, but her inner reporter couldn't hold back her intense curiosity. Who was this zebra? What was his story? What happened to his original eye? Judging by his appearance, which Eclipse commonly didn't take much into account by on the fact that looks are almost always deceiving, he looked as if he had seen better times. She had an overwhelming urge to ask him a bombardment of questions, but kept silent. If she came out now, all her work up to this moment would be for naught. Perhaps she could come up with a way to obtain the wallet AND inquire to the zebra about how he got the way he was today. But it was not the right time, and most certainly not the right place. You don't ask for an interview when somepony is on the operating table. Eclipse hated this feeling, being violently torn between her two priorities, the inner conflict raging inside her. She had to suppress it for just a little bit longer. Continue to watch. Continue to wait.
The best pickpockets have a light touch and get inside the minds of their targets. She had to plan out everything ten moves in advance, always. Always be one step ahead. Every second counts.
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