Tinder is still slowly sipping on her own coffee as she stares forward, trying to remember the details of the story she decided to tell. "Alright, well it was about 3 years before I moved here. So I was around 19 in Manehattan and running very low on money. Like low enough that I had to make the choice of either eating or paying off enough of my debt to keep my legs not broken. I had spent a couple days looking for an easy mark to target and I found a house that I thought just some rich idiot owned, it didn't seem like it had all that great of security but I didn't care enough to see who the owner was, just wanted to get some cash and go." She glances over at the divider as she tells her story, making sure that the ice holding the door shut is still going strong. "Anyway, I decided to hit this house and the job went fairly smoothly, got in and out without too many problems. Managed to get a nice bit, not all that much cash but a lot of stuff I could pawn off. I should have done more research before going in and sized up the security more then I did, because I ended up not noticing something fairly important, which was the camera near the door." She chuckles a little as she takes another sip, "Next thing I know I got ponies following me every where I go and soon enough I end up at the wrong side of a knife with a gang leader at the other end."