Billie's legs wobbled about as if she were about to flee. She didn't want to get arrested. She stared up at Roslyn fearfully, and her face crumpled into that expression children get when they were on the edge of wanting to cry. "I didn't mean to!" She squeaked out and suddenly started to explain in a jumbled mess of words. "'M sorry. Iwasjustcatchin'aratthat'smyjob!"

Billie quickly pointed toward the direction of the door she had entered through. "It runned outta that house an' Irunnedafterit an' itrunnedinhere an'...an'...an'...I didn't mean to commit no crime!" She took a deep breath as if she had just spouted that all out in one. "Please don't arrest me or nothin', or kill me dead with that thing!"

Usually, she was a bit more brave, but she felt cornered. And she really hadn't meant to break in. This time.