The innocent curiosity drops and Lancelot lifts up his hands, a gesture of something like surrender.

"I'm not going to write you up or try and arrest you," he says simply, then shifts one hand to pluck at his uniform -- where it says Community Officer in clear stitching. "I don't even have handcuffs if I wanted to. I just wanted to warn you that you'd lingered long enough to be noticed."

Slowly he lowers his hands, reaches for his notepad and pen.

"Do you live around here?" he prompts, "have a place to stay?"