Aero looks at her. "True...but how much help will you be when you make yourself so physically exhausted that you end up sick. Or worse...in the hospital?" he asks. Pointing that out to her. He looks at her. "Yes. I know I should go home and get rest...but these streets...they are my home." he sighs ."The clothing I wear is hand made. From scraps and odds and ends. Hence why all I have on is pants." he points out. Looking at her. "Trouble? No...just have a lot of memories that are hiding from me at the moment." he looks at the darkening sky. "Allow me to guide you home...Miss?" he says questioningly. "My name is Aero."