Dale checked his watch, almost losing the teen in the process... He'd have to be careful. However the wallet taken from the other poor citizens only confirmed his suspicions. Oh well, he had time. Shaking the stone, he would see where his wallet was by the trailing to the exact pocket or waistband. Perhaps he could get it without trouble, without force. He quickly macerated his way through the crowd once more. Eventually matching the teen's speed, and keeping close to the thief. He had pocketed a few wallets in his younger years, nothing as quick and major as the person in front of him, but he knew how... No, he felt too dirty. Once more his hand made contact with the shoulder, steering the thief to the side of the crowd, as a father would with a misbehaving child. Rather than talking, he reached for where the line ended and pulled out his wallet, keeping it tight in his hand. "Sorry, I couldn't take it anymore. You pinch the money yet?"