Finch would have cringed if he hadn't been so polite as to not do that, but he was still quite uncomfortable and displeased about the whole situation. As soon as the woman called out and started approaching him, he subconsciously gripped the handle of his briefcase even tighter.

"Yes, ma'am?" he asked, trying very hard to ignore all the cues and just pretend that this is a normal damn conversation. With a thief or prostitute. He didn't even know which was worse.