On the whole of his life, Henry Higgins didn't have time for little girls. Or not-so-little girls. Or girls in general. They had, for the most part, annoying voices that contributed to his recurring onslaught of migraines. Which, idly reminded him, that if he was going to make it a habit of wandering this strange city, he needed to bring his notebook with him. Who knew what sort of ghastly manners of speech the residents had. Perhaps he could add them to his list of lingo locations. If nothing else, it would be something to do while he was bored of looking for that blasted Miss Doolittle.
He wondered if she was with Colonel Pickering.
Oh, but this was completely off topic! What the most scatterbrained narrator wished to consider was that Henry preferred not to interfere with young people (girls especially as they were catty and pretentious and vexing on the mind,) but considering his circumstances (and her being the only person in close proximity) he decided it best to question her on his ... confusion. Not that it was really confusion so much as a dirty trick, but to each his own, so to speak.
"Pardon me, miss," Henry started once he was in view of the girl. "Could you tell me where it is that I am? I seem to have misplaced a city block. As well as a few of its inhabitants."