[The girl is visibly taken aback by the question, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. Why wouldn't she be alone? Isn't it obvious? If she had someone to be with she probably wouldn't need to beg. Do they not have orphans in this city?]

If I don't make enough coin I go hungry. I don't like going hungry. I can't see to do most work, and I don't want to work in a brothel. So here I am.

[She can hear the metal sound; the bowl tilts up just a little, conveniently.]