"Well we got spares at All Passions, or there's a regular shop over that way if you don't care none for brands," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the clothing store. He didn't like seeing kids running around freezing, even if it didn't mesh with his tough guy image. No one was really around to see him doting on the little boy, so no harm no foul or fowl or whatever the saying was.

"...Uh..........." Well, that was an awkward question. Beat rubbed the back of his head and looked away and down and everywhere but the kid. "...Sort...of...? But it ain't really bad - not like they're holdin' us for money or nothin'." Actually, it was worse, but why scare a kid? "Um, the name's Beat, anyway. What 'bout you?"