An anthropomorphic lynx that wore a fanny pack would crane her head to your direction, tilting it. Her amber eyes shone in the city lights. “Uh… Do you… Need anything? Sorry, I can’t help ya’, even if I wanted to, kiddo. Say, could’ja spare me some change? I’m having a lot of trouble, I almost got caught by the police a few days ago from stayin’ in this alley. I really need it, thanks.”