He's a bit frozen, just for a second. This was the kid he'd brought along to the gang. One of many he'd introduced, an' yet somethin' about Twist seemed different. He was... green, too innocent for it all, but so eager to learn the art the way Dodger knew it.

"It's alright, mate," he finds himself saying, kneeling down next to Nancy. "Just scratches, ain't it, we'll get you fixed up, good an' proper."