[Anders gives her a look, somewhere between disapproval and pity. Shame, gurl, that you could not thread that needle faster? Get better.]

Then you wasted your own twenty minutes, not me. All the thieves I know would have been out of there in five.

[Also, don't commit crime right here in the central square? Ma'am? Anders casts a meaningful look around, suggesting that she might want to not talk about her attempted crimes at all, even quietly.]

Are you trying to get caught? Look at where we are!