“...S...stay away...”

The young girl is holding a makeshift weapon in her trembling hands, a shard of glass wrapped in a paper bag. She is clearly a homeless orphan. Life is difficult here on the streets of New York, and she has learned to treat all strangers as a potential threat.

“...D-don't...come near me...”

Then, you hear her stomach rumble loudly. The poor girl probably hasn't eaten in days. You get the impression that if you gave her some food, you would have her eternal gratitude.