[That, at least, hadn't been in that fucking file - those eight months he'd spent in Florida, running with a wild crowd. In those eight months, pickpocketing had arguably been the least of what David had pulled - fortunately, his parents had never found out. And certainly he'd found himself in the perfect environment to put those skills to use.

So when his unwitting mark turns to face him a millisecond before he would have made off with his cash, he's rattled. No, shocked might be a better term. Shock and awe - this particular man's specialty.

Bourne. Fucking Bourne. Why not?

He takes a step back despite himself, scowling.] "What are you doing here?"

[Suddenly he wishes he hadn't given Will the slip. The other warden would be mighty useful right about now.]