Nadya really shouldn't...or rather didn't care how Taylor decided to get the wallet back to the man. She got what she needed from it so what did it matter? If some foolish individual wanted to risk getting in trouble for returning something that in all likelihood wouldn't be missed...what was it to her? And yet, the human standing before her certainly didn't deserve any backlash did he? By the sounds of it he was foolish but that didn't necessarily mean he deserved to be punished for it. The corner of her lips quirked in a smirk at his comment as she handed the wallet back, "It depends on the man. My father had a photo in his wallet to remind himself of why the long hours were worth it." She shrugged lightly and regarded him once more as she introduced herself.
"Taylor." She let the name process, committing it to memory...or at least her current memory. If she had met him before, he wasn't saying and for that she was grateful. It was becoming beyond stressful running into people who claimed to know her and she had no recollection of. "I suppose that's one way of doing it." Some humans could actually be interesting and for that Taylor had snagged her attention. "Before you go off on your white horse, I could part with some of the loot for some coffee if you'd like to join? Every hero needs fuel, right?" Nadya untucked a few bills from the front of her shirt to flash them before Taylor. She had yet to have her coffee for the morning which meant she was far less capable of handling the day yet. It wasn't often she cared to have company before she'd had her coffee but Taylor seemed low key enough to handle.
Nadya Tetradore