Clear it out!

Robert opened the door to the booth and quickly leapt to the side as the Vendor suddenly tumbled out of the booth onto the platform, still in her sitting down position with magazine clutched between her sweaty looking hands. Robert summarised she must have been leaning on the door when she froze and his opening it shifted her weight.

Stepping around the Vendor, Robert slid into the small booth and popped open the register, whereupon he proceeded to stuff his pockets full of bills. Jefferson Avenue Station wasn't exactly Grand Central, but he was pleased to see enough folk had decided to pay for an actual paper ticket as opposed to just using their credit or Metro cards on the turnstiles to make opening the register worth while.

With the register looted, he turned his attention to the Vendor and pocketed her watch, phone, wallet and a few rings which sat on her fat sausage like fingers. One looked like a wedding ring and the other two looked like a couple of low grade family heirlooms.

Satisfied he'd completely cleaned out and humiliated everyone in the Station, Robert mused over what to do next; he knew he had to restart time but something told him that Rawlings's seeing her current position, plus him now laden down with loot, would not improve his relationship with her so summarised it was best to do that back home..