Andrew once again held his tongue. If this was lucky he certainly didn't want to know what unlucky was. He looked at the woman who gave him the bread, more than nothing at the doll, and wondered what the woman's story was? Did she lose a child? Was it taken from her? A child... something so precious, something that could make anyone fall insane both having it and not...

Andrew surprised even himself when he noticed he was removing his jacket. "Would it be rude... to give this to her?"

He also surprised himself when he put that molding bread into his mouth, but it felt like it had been ages since he'd last eaten... and maybe that wasn't too far from the truth if you didn't count cocktails, rum, and who knows what else he's been having for the last couple of days...