"I don't have a right to cry!?" Olivia shrieked suddenly at the boy, her eyes narrowing. A moment later she ripped off her left glove and took the band from it, which she threw at the boy. "That ought to fetch you a few meals. Now bugger off. You make your own choices, kid."

The woman nearly growled the last of her words, but she caught herself. If anything, she strived to maintain her dignity even when she was trashed. Reaching into her pockets, she reached for the last few coins that were truly there and tossed them toward Edward too, shaking her head with a click of her tongue.

"That's everything," Olivia sighed. And without another word, she drew closer to the boy. It was hard for a drunk socialite to look menacing or intimidating, but she stared down her nose at the urchin. She reeked of booze.