"Bobbies...you know, Police." She almost laughed at it, realizing he was a Yank a bit belatedly. Maybe his parents were inside then? Suppose he wouldn't be chased off if they were.
"You here alone? Not the smartest place in London to be if you are. Not very tourist friendly, this side. Pub on the corner has a serious dislike of Yanks." Tapping a nail with white varnish against her lips lightly, she looked at him carefully. He didn't look much like a tourist now that she thought about it. More like a street rat. Or, rather a street bat.
Street baby bat.
Something like that.
"You need any money?" He had a look about him, one that was as equally innocent as it was dark. Seductive in its youth. It made her wonder.