Rorschach watched as a thief burst out of the seafood section. The man flipped and weaved, not only vaulting over stalls like hurdles but even having the wherewithal to grab eggs and toss them behind him to hinder his pursuers.
'What a waste of food.' Rorschach thought that while the fellow was agile, his actions were undoubtedly foolish. The eggs were a poor distraction and only served to swell the ranks of the chasing mob.
He was certainly fast. 'If this world had athletic academies, maybe he wouldn't have to be a thief. He could have actually honed his talent.'
"Damn it, are you blind?!"
Rorschach was still eating, picturing a future where he and this guy would meet at the top, when the thief was suddenly right in front of him. Rorschach was blocking his path, and the thief actually took the time to turn his head and curse at him.
'Oh, so you're the only one here with legs and a mouth?' he thought. 'Such an expert runner? Such a pro at taunting?'
