[ He considers this. Makes a show of it, really--finger pressed to his chin, face angled upwards as if asking the heavens. ]

Alrigh', it's 'cause there's charity on th'streets if you're a greenhorn. Come here, brat. [ And he's motioning to inside one of the buildings, pocketing the money very carefully inside his jacket and climbing down to join him. ]

M'gonna show you how it's really done.