[She was already starting to shake her hair dry of the slush and wring out her clothes. It was a start at least, but she wasn't that worried about shivering or colds. She'd always been tough. You had to be, if you lived under a bridge.]

Because I'm not the sort of person that people go out of their way for. People like you going out of their way for others. You'd just do that for a stranger? [She grunted.] I'm a little jealous of that.