He nods and gestures for the girl to follow him just outside to door and onto the steps where the night's gone just chilly enough that she probably shouldn't be out even if it feels good to him after so long under the blistering suns - but it won't take long.
"It's okay," he murmurs to her, finding a chair to sit in and let himself be on lower level than she is so that he has to look up to her. It's an age old trick for a spy to buy trust, force them to physical look down upon you. "You don't have to say anything, I know what it's like to not want to talk to people - and I'm just some guy, right?"
He chuckles under his breath and withdraws the clutch of folded bills from him pocket; "I want you to do me a favor, Melanie, after we leave I want you to put this in Sister Francis' pocket, okay? Don't tell her it's there or that I gave it to you. It's just some money to help out a little bit and make sure everyone has what they need."
After a short pause, he halves the bills again - easily a third of the thousand he'd brought through with him if not half - and holds it out to her. "And if you know about something someone needs, I mean really needs - medicine, clothes, anything - I want you to tell the Father that Michael told you he'll take care of it and he should find me. Okay?"
It's a tall order, and not exactly one he wants to share with Wolfwood - he wouldn't understand why it's something Michael needs to do. Why he feels the deep seated need to protect this clutch of children in the middle of nowhere in a universe he's barely seen.
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"It's okay," he murmurs to her, finding a chair to sit in and let himself be on lower level than she is so that he has to look up to her. It's an age old trick for a spy to buy trust, force them to physical look down upon you. "You don't have to say anything, I know what it's like to not want to talk to people - and I'm just some guy, right?"
He chuckles under his breath and withdraws the clutch of folded bills from him pocket; "I want you to do me a favor, Melanie, after we leave I want you to put this in Sister Francis' pocket, okay? Don't tell her it's there or that I gave it to you. It's just some money to help out a little bit and make sure everyone has what they need."
After a short pause, he halves the bills again - easily a third of the thousand he'd brought through with him if not half - and holds it out to her. "And if you know about something someone needs, I mean really needs - medicine, clothes, anything - I want you to tell the Father that Michael told you he'll take care of it and he should find me. Okay?"
It's a tall order, and not exactly one he wants to share with Wolfwood - he wouldn't understand why it's something Michael needs to do. Why he feels the deep seated need to protect this clutch of children in the middle of nowhere in a universe he's barely seen.