Benji was starting to feel rather pathetic, and it was probably because the urchin was being so pathetic. He couldn't even tell for sure if the child was a boy or girl. They were probably very hungry, either way — and spending the day in lock-up at the constabulary might not help her. It certainly wouldn't help him — she'd be whining all day.

Oh, goddamnit.

"Stop it," Benji said, his tone half-scolding and half-exasperated. "I'm going to write you a ticket, alright? You'll have to pay a sum to the constabulary for what you did wrong. Can I trust you'll pay it?"

He probably couldn't. But he could try, right?