Javert was merely exhausted. He perceived he was going nowhere with this ... he hesitated to call it a girl, despite her girlish behavior. No banks, no clear bearings for where he has ended up, no local currency to his name. And, unfortunately, he was still abundantly alive with too many witnesses and not enough of a care to make a second attempt at death. He gave a sigh, his broad nostrils flaring.

"Then show me to an adult man that will speak with a stranger. There must be someone."