[He nods - and it's true: he knows some worse cases. Hell, he's treated them. Which doesn't make it less of a rough story, but he's never needed to be told that there are injustices in the world. Still, he looks up, making a clear study of the room she keeps here. The warm lights, the tree, the cards from and for the waifs and strays who call it home. Then he looks back at her, and smiles.]
Now you're the one taking people off the streets. Looks like you picked up a few tips.
Xmas:
Now you're the one taking people off the streets. Looks like you picked up a few tips.