True, it probably wasn't any of his business but he'd just made it his business and he couldn't just walk away. Especially knowing this girl was in dire straits to the point that she had to steal. Kurt couldn't help it, he was too sympathetic sometimes. He knew what it felt like to be in need and he knew what it was like to be marginalized by society. He fixed her with a disapproving stare and extracted his own wallet from his coat pocket.
"Here, mäuschen, take this," Kurt said and offered her a fifty dollar bill. "If you're willing to steal, you need it much more than I do."