Sohalia
Sohalia was, fortunately, not a complete idiot, and she generally carried very little money on her person. What she did carry was a dagger at her belt, and she had been learning how to use it. Still, she was reluctant to draw it for several reasons. One, if she gave the man the little money she had that night, it was possible that he would leave her alone. Two, if she drew her weapon, it was possible that he would draw his own - and she couldn't tell from her vantage point if he was carrying one, or what he was carrying. In all likelihood, he would be more skilled than she with any potential weapon, and she wasn't about to get herself killed over the measly amount of money in her purse. She didn't have the room or the time to shift, and even if she was successful, it was possible that the man could catch her before she had time to take flight.
So she held up her hands in the universally-accepted sign of acquiescence. "Fine," she said, her voice remarkably calm; it was a strange feeling, the calmness, as though she was watching herself from outside her body. She slowly reached down to unclip her purse from her belt. Maybe, if she threw it, the man would go after it, and she could run away. So she took the belt-purse, showed it to the man, and then threw it to one side, hoping the man would go for the purse as she tried to dart around him.
So she held up her hands in the universally-accepted sign of acquiescence. "Fine," she said, her voice remarkably calm; it was a strange feeling, the calmness, as though she was watching herself from outside her body. She slowly reached down to unclip her purse from her belt. Maybe, if she threw it, the man would go after it, and she could run away. So she took the belt-purse, showed it to the man, and then threw it to one side, hoping the man would go for the purse as she tried to dart around him.
