An older man with a long messy and braided beard walked up and plopped down beside Jenna.
"Yo....that man you sent to the shelter.." He muttered as he leaned forwards hugging his knees with a yawn, "If yah got a shred of decency on you you'll go an look for him before he gets there, that group is moving in a little early I hear tell. Some o'da hookers were talkin bout how they weren't gonna be walkin tonight."

Jenna frowned as she pulled her hat back over her hair, "You serious?"
"Dead as a doornail serious" He mumbled before spitting on the ground "that lil man won't last a night with them"

She nodded a bit and stood up slowly, she pulled out the fiver she'd been given and tossed it to the man, "If I'm not back tonight..you guys make sure you come lookin for my body in the mornin' k?"
She'd never ask them to intervene in any fights for her, after all she wouldn't do it for them. But sometimes it was nice to know at least your body wouldn't just rot in the gutter if you got killed.

Jenna stuffed her hands in her pockets and headed out of the park in the direction she'd pointed the man. He did say he was homeless at least for tonight, and while she didn't really like them she had to agree with the old man. No person should have to face up against the Rail men. They were trouble, like the hell's angels of the homeless. You never wanted to be on their bad side.