Nadia (to a pickpocket) Excuse me, your hand is on my pocket.
Pickpocket: Sorry Mam, I did not mean it, then bend to the floor.
Nadia: It’s alright, Hmm, I did not realise my pocket has a hole.
Pickpocket: Oh, the knife works, then leaves smiling...
Nadia: Wait, I lost my antique coins, ... (grinned).