Kuratu walked in a mostly comfortable silence, but every time he looked around, he was acutely aware of how familiar the streets had become, and not in the way they would be to someone like Amelia. He could recognise the other homeless people and several gang members; he knew the places that served extra food out of the back door and the places that would chase you away if you tried sleeping or begging; he knew the places that were warm and had good shelter and the places that good drafty or leaked. He casually directed Amelia away from the less favourable parts of town as they walked.