[She squints at him, and then immediately, stiffly, puts her hands at her sides, picking at her bandages on her fingers as she clenches her fists. There, happy? She's not flailing.]

I don't need you to roguesplain to me. I know what I'm doing.

[Apparently she's abandoned any hope of pretending she didn't totally just get caught stealing. I'm Sorry Peter, She's Real Dumb.]

Why don't you just alert the guards or whatever while you're at it?