Harm entered the diner with her investigator companion secretly hoping that she wouldn't get kicked out this time. She'd been here before, asking that if they would give her a meal she would wash dishes for them for a weak. Obviously the dishwasher didn't like that and the manager kicked her out. Now as she entered, a woman rushed at them shooing her away, seeming not to notice that she was with the man.

"Go on. Get out of here."

Harm lifted her chin and fixed the woman with a glare. "No. I'm hungry and I don't have to leave." The last visit went along the same lines before the woman had the large...overly large, cook kick her out.

"I'll call the cops then if thats the way you'll have it." Harms eyes became worried and she looked anxiously at the investigator with her.

"It's all right." said Adrian putting a hand on Harm's shoulder and flashing some nondescript identification card at the woman, "Salvation Army. She's with me."

The woman paused her tirade, blinking in confusion, "But your not in uniform."

Sam nodded, "Salvation Army Irregulars. 68th Division." he leaned closer to the woman, "I'd appreciate it if you don't blab this around. We try to operate undercover, it helps us to seperate the truly needy from the plain greedy." He winked at the woman and walked on into the diner, bringing Harm in with him. The two sat down in on of the booths in the far wall, allowing them to see the entrance whilst ebing hard to spot themselves.

Sam passed the menu over to Harm, "Go on then. Pick whatever you want."

She murmured a small thank you and followed him into the diner. SHe sat down across from him and watched the woman walk off. "Are you really part of the salvation Army?" She asked him, her eyes narrowed and moving over him suspiciously. Then the question was dropped when he handed her the menu and said anything she wanted.

"Really?" She eyed the menu. Then she looked back up. "Can I have a ham and cheese?" She tucked her bare feet up under her on the seat. After all no shoes no service.

Spearmint called the waitress over, "A pot of tea for me, give the girl whatever she asks for." Adrian inspected the wounds on his neck and head as best he could whilst he waited for Harm to order. "You had questions?" said Adrian finally.

Harm order the ham and cheese she’d asked for and a glass of milk. She could never get any milk that wasn’t spoiled or poured over some nasty something in the trashcan. Then she turned her green eyes on him. “I want to wash my hands.” Back to being snippy. He was buying her food but she couldn’t forget that he’d called her an idiot. She came back with her hair pulled up, jacket around the thin waist, and her hands considerably whiter then her arms. She sat back down. “Are you really in the Salvation Army? And what is your name?”

"No I'm not in the Salvation Army, so you don't have to worry about me asking you to join in a friendly sing-song later on. And no the Salvation Army doesn't have an Irregulars division as far as I know." Adrian leaned back and flicked a cigarette out of it's packet. He lit it and breathed in deep. "My names Adrian Spearmint. Like the gum." He grinned at the line, he'd been using it for as long as he could remember. Or at least as long as there'd been Spearmint gum, "What about you, what's your story?"

"I didn't think you were. That's where I get my cloths and I"ve never seen you there." Her story? No one ever wanted to know her story. Not like he really cared. He was being polite. She settled on shrugging. "I don't have a story." SHe leaned forward, one elbow on the table propping up her chin, the other fidgeting with the salt and peper shakers.

"Don't want to talk about it eh? Can't say I blame you. It must be a pretty nasty story to leave you dressed like that and camped out in the house of a dead man." The waitress came over and dumped the tea onto the table without a word, the staff were obviously still resentful of Harm's presence. Sam smiled wryly and poured himself a cup.

"Dressed like what?" She tried to sound offended, She tried to sound as angry as she had been when he'd called her an idiot. THen she almost looked ashmed. "I didn't know anyone was dead. I...just thought they were out." The looks from the waitress bashed into her, like the looks of passer-byers when she would try to sleep tucked back aginst a wall. She tipped over the peper. "They hate me."

Spearmint laughed, "Nah, they don't hate you. They just really, really wish you weren't here that's all. There's a difference. It may not seem like much of a difference but it's there." Adrian stopped smiling, a look of concern crossing his face briefly. "So you, uh, got a place to go to?"

She smiled at that note, but the smile didn't last very long. Suprisingly her smile was clean and pretty. She brushed her teeth on her shirt to be sure her teeth didn't rot. She didn't have money for a dentist. "I can't go back to my...place." YOur ally you mean. "If your right theres going to be police all over and they'll kick me out of there."

"Can't help you there I'm afraid. Private Investigator. They like me even less than they like criminals too dumb to just run away." Adrian wanted to spit, the cops in this town made him sick. "Listen," said Spearmint finally, "If you need someplace to sleep then you can use my office. It's not much but it's got four walls and a room. I have a feeling," his voice became low, menacing. Inside his overcoat he gripped the handle of his revolver, his knuckles turning white, "I won't be getting much sleep tonight anyway. I have some people to talk to."

She watched him while he talked. He didn't seem very thrilled. But he was telling her that she could sleep in his office. She didn't like charity. Not one bit. "I couldn't. I don't sleep in other peoples places." She was fidgeting to clean up the spilled peper but instead of cleaning up the mess she progressed in the other direction by knocking over the salt as well. "Besides. I don't even know you well, and I'm sure the cops won't move my blanket." She pushed some of the salt and peper off the edge of the table and into her hand. "I mean. I can stay there but..." Oh shut up! "Maybe."

Adrian stared, not so much amused as fascinated by the amount of trouble crockery was giving her. "Well if you change your mind it's 28b Debris St. The doors not locked. There's never anything in there worth stealing and the local gangs kind of like having me around for the atmosphere." He smiled and slid two twenty dollar bills across the table. "This should cover the meal. I'd better get going."

Her eyes stared at the money in what seemed like awe or shock. He, a stranger, had just given her more money then she'd ever had at once in her entire life. "Mr. Spearment," 28b Debris St....mental note...just incase it rains. "Thank you." It was a whisper, and her eyes were on the table and her head down.

Adrian merely nodded, embarassed by the girl's response. He stood up and realized that the woman was still looking at them from behind the bar. He walked up to her, looking shiftily from left to right. "Listen," he said to her, "The girl gets left alone until she's finished. Nobody, and I mean this," he said, his voice suddenly becoming menacing, "Is to hear about this, understand?" The woman nodded frantically. "Good. In a few days, the Colonel will visit you personally with your reward." he winked to her conspiritorailly. "Remember, keep this to yourself." Spearmint nodded to Harm again on his way out, and managed to get almost two streets away before bursting into peals of laughter.

She watched him leave, then watched the waitress for a reaction, wandering what exactly Adrian had said to her. She spent the next few minutes implanting that address into her mind. Maybe she would stop by and have a nap...at least until the police left and she could get her few possessions out of there. For now, shed sit and enjoy the warmth of the diner and attempt to get those awful images out of her head.