[Despite Bourne catching sight of him almost as soon as he stepped out of the alleyway, David has yet to realize his hated ex-warden's less than thirty feet away. He might perhaps be forgiven for this - Bourne's got the kind of face that just blends easily into a crowd - but the fact is, David's not as perceptive as he likes to think he is.

Of course, he's also on the lookout for other Animorphs. That might also have something to do with it.

David continues heading in Bourne's direction, blissfully unaware of that inconspicuous texter's identity. His thoughts are elsewhere. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out one of his pilfered wallets and rummaging through it for any stray Euros. Maybe he's got enough to grab a bite to eat.

What Cassie said... no, he's not gonna think about that now. Maybe later. Right now he's more focused on his regrettable lack of monies. Annoyed, he tosses the wallet into a gutter. Looks like he's gonna have to get more Euro-cash the old fashioned way.

Hm. Guy on his cell phone, easy target. He doesn't try to get a look at the guy's face; why would he? As he passes, David does what he's done half a dozen times since getting here - deftly moves to slide his hand into the man's pocket, grabbing whatever wallet is there and disappearing into the crowd before he knows what happened. A pity this isn't the ordinary tourist.