Berenice immediately turns to the kid, raising a fist. “Hey! Watch it, punk!” But then, an idea comes to her, and she lowers her hand, her expression softening. “I mean... just be careful with that thing.” She wasn’t having any luck with the hitchhiker facade, but perhaps this boy could at least hold her over for a while... “Hey, you don’t look like you’ve got any place to go, and it is getting awfully late. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll give you...<span style="font-style: italic">a warm place to stay</span>...” There’s a chilly breeze blowing – shelter is something to be desired on a night like this.