[ And, slowly, Dahlia pulls back the tears, as though she's trying to be strong, trying to do the best she can even after being through something traumatic. ]

Well, um... You see, I was walking and minding my own business... and those terrible salespeople attacked me. I can't find my purse.

[ A lie, but a believable enough one in a place like this. ]

Do... do you think they stole it?

[ She speaks as though it would be a terrible thing to believe of anyone. Like she would never want to make such an accusation if she didn't think it was a real possibility. ]