Peter looked down at the girl. She was small, but wiry, probably as fast as a 
processor and able to wriggle out of the tightest spots. Nonetheless, he found 
her severely lacking in what it would take to survive. He’d been a year older
than she when he first hit the streets, but he’d had the advantage of a huge
body with natural dermal armor. What chance did this gutterpunk have? He’d give
her no more than four more years. Tops.