Nita shrugs, once the crab has made its escape and the goods it had seized subsequently returned.

"It's my first week here; for all I know it's crabs one month, and canines the next. Or they're stealing this week and the next it'll be something else entirely..."

Not reassuring, she knows, but it doesn't do her any more good to be dishonest about this.

"They seem to come after everyone all the same, rather than just focusing on those who are new, if that helps."