"I didn't take anything!" Hartley sat up and pulled his hoodie tighter around himself, pulling one hand out of the kangaroo pocket to lift it and show his innocence. He'd been beaten up for supposedly stealing drugs before, he didn't want a repeat of that. Although, admittedly, the last time no one involved had been carrying a really cute baby, so that was strange. "I'm clean."

He knew what that meant, at least. He was even relatively clean otherwise, at least comparatively speaking, since even with the cold, he'd braved cleaning himself and his clothes on a public bathroom just a few days ago, because he just couldn't deal with feeling that dirty. He'd regretted that decision when he felt that he was close to dying of exposure, but it was where he was headed here anyway, so he might as well die while clean.

"I didn't do anything," he reiterated, then frowned as another possibility occurred to him, "And I don't provide those types of services."