I was walking around the bazaar for a few hours today, the crowd you see in the picture above was pretty typical and I was keeping myself pretty aware of my surroundings.
After about an hour of wandering I suddenly felt a tickle on my right front pocket, I figured out right away what was going on and I knew that pocket was empty so I waited a second to see what happened, I felt fingers reaching inside, I reached down and grabbed his hand and squeezed hard, he yelped and hurried on ahead of me. I’m pretty sure he was using the allen key in his hand to open pockets a crack and then slipping his fingers inside, he was really bad at it though.
A Bit Gone 