The kids don't have it half bad, really, he reasons that at least they have each other - and the matron seems nice enough. People making sure there's enough food to eat and a safe place to sleep. Part of him half wonders if the kids growing up in the Wasteland have the same kind of protection.

"We should head back;" he stands up with a low groan, stretching out his back. "Get a little rest before we head back into the fray - maybe get you some antibiotics." He chuckles slightly and slips a hand into his pocket, thumbing out a section of bills into his palm before adding; "I'd like to talk to the girl alone for a minute, though - if I may?"

He knows Wolfwood trusts him, and thinks that the girl might - her matron, always questionable. He certainly knows what it looks like when a man of his age and questionable intention wants to talk to a young girl alone.