Joscelin had not, in fact, noticed. Not fast enough, anyway.

His inhuman speed works against him in a spectacular way as he hurtles headlong into the barrier and is sent flying backwards, prizes spilling out of his pockets in an almost comical arc. Obviously, he's been having quite a bit of fun stealing from the other shinki.

He hits the ground hard enough to get the wind knocked out of him and curls inward, looking very sad and pathetic indeed.

"Oww," he groans. "What the fuck was that for?!"