He looked at the building too, and wondered what she was seeing. A problem easily solved with money? Doubtful, unless she was completely daft. The neighborhood was the problem, and the people willing to work in a place like this for shit wages, and the parents abandoning their kids to the streets. The kids had every chance of growing up to violence and abuse and crime, because that was all they saw, and the only way to survive around here. Hell, he'd more or less been one of them, though they still had it better than he ever had.
The wonderful world of poverty.
"Good luck, then," he said. He even -- mostly -- meant it. Not that he expected she'd succeed so easily, but hell, why not let her try. "Try not to gentrify it up too much. They'll just get robbed," he added with a careless shrug.
To her question, he replied with a shake of the head and a humorless chuckle. "No interest. Just a neighbor, passing by. Call it curiosity." Another man exited the building and picked up another sack. It seemed to be quite lot that she'd brought down here. He wondered how long before the matron started milking this girl for money, since she obviously had it to spare.