"Sir?" GoodFellow responded.<br/><br/>The older man walked past  Astrid as thought she were invisible as he quick stepped and stopped short of running into the tall man with the leash.<br/><br/>The older man wiggling a finger in Tristan's direction.<br/><br/>"You're from the Private College, eh." He said loudly looking up into the open neutral gaze of the large man.<br/><br/>"You know the one. Upright civic and all about serving the community. Tree hugging I'd imagine. Environmentalist. Recycle your recycle I'm sure."<br/><br/>"Sorry Sir," GoodFellow said, "I seem to have lost you."<br/><br/>"There will be none of that!" The older man became louder as he began to wind up for the speech.<br/><br/>"You can't possibly defend your institutions position on global warming and protecting some miserable species of pig flies by advocating the arrest of people who have no time to separate cans from bottles in the rubbish bin.  All the while our streets are a combat zone full of delinquents running amok!"<br/><br/>The older man drew papers rolled in his other hand. "I've brought a petition signed by all the upright citizens of Kingslynn Retirement Community,  Mister..."<br/><br/>"All of them, oh my," GoodFellow said with the right tone of sincerity.  He furrowed his brow as several unconnected thoughts collided.<br/><br/>They were drawing a crowd. A small group gathered round and suddenly there were three people listening.  One of them had a cardboard sign which read down with global warming.<br/><br/>GoodFellow continued quickly, "I can assure you Sir that the Faculty and Staff of Lady Shaw's Private College are certainly aware of the environment although not specifically about the demise of certain species of flies."<br/><br/>"However, our pledge to the community at large is to reduce the number of delinquents running or walking  amok by providing an education geared and equipped to teach them the skills required to serve civically or any other possible way in a multitude of positions."<br/><br/>A woman with bright eyes and the matronly figure of a great grandmother standing next to Astrid, whispered to the girl quietly. “Silver is definitely one of your color dear. If I had it to do over again I’d have gone with the clips instead of piercings, but Edwin insisted. That’s himself there havin a chat with your sir.”<br/><br/>