You spot her in the corner of the room, a skinny figure in a hoodie, her backpack clutched like a lifeline. Her eyes flick over you, full of suspicion and weariness. She's the first to say, with a hint of mockery in her voice, street bravery masking her anxiety "You're, like, a local hero, aren't you? Saving girls in need? I hope you don't have a white cloak, because I'm not a lady in distress."