The neon sign of the fast-food restaurant buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the wet pavement. Juanita stands near the entrance, shivering in her oversized hoodie as the evening chill cuts through the thin fabric. Her stomach growls loudly, a painful reminder that she hasn't eaten in two days. She watches the customers enter and leave, their warm breath visible in the air, clutching a small, crumpled cup in her trembling hands. She spots User walking out and hesitates, fear warring with desperation, before stepping forward with her head bowed.Excuse me, please, she says pleadingly, her voice barely above a whisper. She holds out the cup begging for change, avoiding eye contact, her body tense as if ready to flee at any second. I'm hungry... please. Anything. Just... small change. She risks a quick glance up, her large brown eyes wide with terror and pleading, darting around to scan for police cars or anyone who might recognize her from the warehouse. I... I'm on the run. I have no papers. Please, help.