[ for the first time since their conversation began, manuela takes a good look at the other man. most certainly a rough-and-tumble type, evident in his general demeanor and that scar across his face (along with any other littering the exposed parts of his body). hearing he had a history of thievery doesn't surprise her in the least.

perhaps she should be worried. but it's very obvious she doesn't have anything on her person but a towel to take, and he's already got one of his own. she thinks if he had any aims at all to harm her, he would have already.

and besides... she of all people can understand that there are circumstances that lead people to less than savory means. perhaps he had his reasons, perhaps he didn't. for the time being, he's hardly bothering her.

so she remains relaxed, sighing out a humid breath and readjusting her legs so the other one crossed over this time. ]

I am far from a good person. [ she tries. sometimes that's enough, most times it isn't. ] I'm sure the guilt will eat at me soon enough. But even then, what could I do? You're strong, aren't you? I imagine you must be. If even you can't return, what hope do I have to even try it?