Lee's stomach rolls with guilt. A year ago she had been one of those people with nowhere else to go. She would have found a quiet street and fell asleep in a doorway or a bench and hoped nobody called the cops. In the winter she nearly froze to death that way until Rich found her. There are people here she could be helping... somehow. It doesn't occur to Lee that she's next to useless herself right now.
“Stay off that leg.” That's half-suggestion, half-plea. She knows him, he's probably going to keep running around on it anyway.
A few others head indoors as the drizzle doesn't seem to be letting up, though not everybody. They're all five or six to a room at least, if they even have one to go back to. Lee wishes they'd all go away so she could be alone.
Her hand tightens around Michael's. The street is so quiet, there's normally so much activity out there even on a Monday evening. “I don't think there is any cabs.”