Yeah? What's it you do, then? You look the posh type. [She looks him up and down, noticing how his clothing was quite nice. You noticed those sort of things when you grew up picking pockets.

And he was distracted enough with the dog she wondered if it would be hard to pick his.]

My Bill- he works the docks, mostly. [When he wasn't breaking into houses and occasionally murdering people.] That's how he gets the time.