Her hands betrayed her. Not callused, not even hardened by travel and so pale like she hadn’t spent a day outside. Kahvin could tell they’d been recently manicured despite the dirt packed beneath the nail beds. It wasn’t the kind of grime that settles in over years, but the kind that's picked up quickly and sloppily, like someone unused to working with their hands at all. Untypical for someone who's been a thief for long.