That's more like it. "Good job, kid." And just in time, too, because this sure looks like it might be the street he's been looking for. He can tell, because of all the military assholes standing around looking impenetrable further down the block.

Showtime.

He pauses there, scanning the street ahead and behind for any other problems, and lights one final cigarette. "Okay, let me do the talking with these guys, all right? Unless they ask you who you are, then just tell 'em the truth. You're lookin' for Luida, because she knows where Miss Melanie and the rest of everyone from Hopeland is."

Is the orphanage called Hopeland here? Fuck it, it doesn't matter. "The orphanage. They'll know what you mean." And then, because it'll certainly come up... "And look, if some of the stuff I tell them sounds weird, just let it go for now. I'll explain everything later."