Lie to him

Leanne worried that if she told the crook what she'd seen he'd either take her back upstairs to see for himself or not believe her, which led to another risk of his anger growing even further. Neither of those outcomes sounded desirable so Leanne chose the safer option available to her. Namely, lie.

"I... I haven't seen anyone," she fibbed.

"How did you not see anyone?" questioned the thief irritably. "I thought you were upstairs."

"I... I was," she stammered nervously. Trying to think of a believable story. "But I was... talking to a resident and when I finished everyone had disappeared so I came back here."

The convict stared at Leanne for a moment before tearing off his creepy clown mask. He was younger than she expected, in his late twenties, but with the face of a criminal. All rough and ready like he'd spent some time behind bars. He had a thoughtful look on his face as he contemplated Leanne's response. The young woman watched him closely, trying to gauge whether he believed her or not, when she noticed his gaze had become locked on her chest.

After he had roughly grabbed her arms she'd forgotten to cover herself up again. Now she suddenly remembered her exposed breasts and her awkwardness returned as the angry looking crook openly stared at them. As she shifted uncomfortably where she stood her eyes became locked on something else. The large obvious bulge in the thief's pants.

Her mouth fell open impulsively and she openly stared at his crotch. It looked quite an impressive size and that was before she knew whether it was fully erect. Her eyes darted up to the thief's scarred face. His eyes were still focused on her bare breasts as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This could be an opportunity to convince him she was telling the truth. Or at least avoid going back upstairs. Something she really wanted to avoid right now. Either way the moment was quickly passing.