Astrid recoiled in horror, both at your outrageous claim and the shameless manner in which you decided to share the evidence. Taking your hand, she leads you away and out of the theater's back door before any of the nearby gawkers start to get ideas. Once outside, the woman places her hands gently on your shoulders and gives you a very serious look.<strong>"You can stay with my brother and I for as long as you need. I'll even buy you some real clothes tomorrow."</strong>There's a look on her face as though she's considering the phrasing of her next sentence.<strong>"So, umm... Are you in the city by yourself or is there someone who's supposed to be taking care of you?"</strong>Congratulations, you've convinced your next victim that you're a mentally handicapped catgirl.