They stepped aboard a tube train, and sat together in the back of the car. Ulrich didn’t bother to pay. "[It’s better to leave the scene of the crime in short order,]" he murmured. He took her handbag from her, opened it, and emptied the entire contents of the stolen purse into it, deftly hiding the operation in the cavernous depths of his own backpack. "[Here,]" he said, giving her back her own handbag. "[That’s all yours now. See what you can find that’s of use to you.]"