[Fang's cheery expression sobers a bit. She'd heard talk like that before from kids Clementine's age. Had been like that herself, many moons ago.]

Money? [A laugh, very brief.] I don't need your money. Neither do the others. Hell, if I needed money...

[She probably shouldn't tell a 10 year old kid about marks and pickpocketing. Fang clears her throat.] In any event, I just want to make sure you don't get into any trouble. I've got enough on my conscience. 'Least I could do is get you sorted, or find you something to eat.