"Man you crazy, asshole!" Were the last words Rebecca would hear of that street urchin before he fled with his fellow ne'er do wells into the city night. She looked to the man and replied with a soft nod, "Yes. Thank you. I was not sure what I would've done if they persisted. Are you a police officer by chance?" She only wondered because he was carrying a gun on him this whole time. She knew most people in the city carried some sort of defense on them, but a gun? It seemed ludicrous.