"Well aren't you an enterprising young..."

Averin gives them the once over again. The more they talked and the more he studied them he wasn't sure if it was actually a boy. When you lived or died on your ability to read a situation and people you tended to pick up on things. Yet he honestly couldn't tell what was throwing him off.

"Person."

He decides though seeing as he was barely into his twenties he was fairly young himself by most people's standards.

"However, to have jobs for you to do I would need to have plans or stability. Both of which are in short supply for me. I am a bit of a free agent just looking for whatever way that I can find to make a bit of coin in this cruel and unforgiving world."

Which was a very poetic way of saying he was a career criminal. His primary strategy to avoid trouble being to move on as quickly as he can.

"Though I can't deny that a better hiding spot than rubbish bins wouldn't go amiss. Though you take what you can get when you are in a bind eh? Now, I really should be going before those constables realize they've lost me and try doubling back."