Finch was just at the beginning of the long walk home. He placed the briefcase down for a short moment, just long enough to be able to pull his gloves on (as it was quite cold, and not even he is immune to that) and glance around, accidentally making eye contact with an extremely indecent woman who he could only assume was a prostitute, or just someone with no decency whatsoever. They were the same thing to him.

Finch immediately picked up his briefcase yet again, more concerned with that getting taken from him than getting cornered by some girl. His gaze never left the woman, more out of suspicion than 'oh how can I not fuck you'.