"Even if they are, the law might be friendly." Sookie said hopefully. Lurkers, the B5 version of the homeless, would often do better spending a night in a holding cell, then in the encampment they'd made for themselves called 'down below.' Law enforcement usually had rules and guidelines to follow.
The younger Izzy lagged behind, playing as best she could with one the alien children. The alien patted her on the head and pointed in the direction her family had gone. Izzy giggled and ran to catch up to her family. "Don't stray too far from us again, Iz." Sookie warned her niece.
When they entered the shelter, Sookie looked at the man with her eyebrows raised and pointed to one of the pictures, which featured a family sleeping in an alien equivalent of bunk beds. The photo didn't look like the nicest accommodations - if anything, the bedroom looked dark and dirty. But that could be to encourage others to donate to the shelter for improvements? Maybe. Hope was so important.
Sookie drew her hands up to her lips, pretending to drop a morsel of food in her mouth - then folded her hands under her cheek and briefly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. Opening her eyes again, she looked at the man to see if he had understood her questions.