Oh, yeah, she's a she alright. Lachesis... [The mildly mispronounced name rolls around in his mouth like he's still unsure of it, especially when trying to balance a Greek name in his own accent.]

Listen, I don't suppose you got a spare few dollars to help a fella out, do ya?

[Absolutely no shame in asking that, looking from her cat to her pockets as he asks for handouts. Money for information is a fair trade as far as he's concerned. It's frequently how he's made a living in the past.]

Maybe spare a drink? [Wait, shit, she's sixteen.] Of... coffee?