The poor old man got dirty looks as he sat on the steps in front of the court house. That bothered Marian more than anything. She never understood the negativity towards polite homeless people; sure there were some that were aggressive and rude but then there were others like her donut friend who were rather polite and just shrugged off most of those people who were rude to them. If the world would just be a bit nicer to everyone than things could change but alas, that is not always the case.

“I see.” She said softly at his sad but less than detailed story about how he ended up homeless. Her lips wrapped around the lid of the coffee as she searched his face for more answered but the old cloaked man kept to himself more than anything. But he had a sense of happiness about him, something that she wouldn’t expect from someone in his situation. Always seeming to be on the brighter side of the dark side of things while his life seemed rather depressing and away from something she would consider ‘comfortable’, and for that all she could do was allow a small closed mouth smile to move across her full lips as she watched him with a sort of tenderness towards him.

The comment about the Merry Men made her giggle softly, as she finished her donut she tossed the little holding wrapper into the paper bag as she gave him a small shrug. “I’ve seen improvements in the city since they started to show up but that doesn’t mean the way they’re going about it is right… then again; well…” Her blue gaze scanned around before leaning towards him. “Quite a few of them kind of deserve it. But you didn’t hear that from me.” She said with a twinkle in her eyes and a cheeky smile across her full lips as leaned back against her right palm on the stairs before looking out over the lovely scenery in front of them; the hustle and bustle of traffic and cars and people… ah the city life.

“Though I will admit…” She began, feeling like she could trust the stranger/donut friend more than she’d be willing to admit [i]anything[/i] to Allan. “If they ever catch Robin, I hope I’m in the room to hear his trail. I’d like to know what triggered his want to become a vigilante. How does he pick his targets? Is he really comfortable doing all of this? Or is it just for the thrill and danger of getting caught? Honestly I could see that being a reason. Girls like danger, and he’d really getting a lot of attention from the opposite sex and well…” Her face got a little soft as she bit on the corner of her bottom lip as she scanned the crowd in front of them, “it’s working…”