The last guy hadn't given him anything, looking more bewildered and frightened than anything and apologizing profusely as he hurried away. Sheesh. Dov stuffed his hands in his pockets, keeping his head down as part of the whole looking sad thing he was trying to pull off. He could spot someone coming toward the building; breathing in, Dov prepares himself for his whole act as the man gets closer. "Hey, um... D'you think you could spare a buck or two? I'm flat broke and my sister kicked me out- Charlotte Fairica, d'you know her? She lives here. Anyway, I've gotta get back to New York, and..."