There was a nervous laugh let out when the light flicked on, revealing the spritely figure less than 10cm tall. She froze, arms fuller than full (fuller than wise, and far fuller than regulation) with precious loot.

She was caught. She was less stealthy than she wanted to admit, and got a little greedy; just one more couldn't hurt, right? She had just enough space to fit it in the crook of her arm -- anything more in her bag and it just might burst.

The question was, 'what next'? Was it too late to run?