I turn a corner and walk into a girl looking down at her feet with a hood pulled over her head, dressed in black and obviously homeless. She walks right into me, even though I try to dodge her, with an ‘ooft’ and then skips out of the way with a mumble. I slide my phone back into the pocket of my hoody protectively. It’s not uncommon to be mugged in this city. She looks like a street kid, a little unkempt and possibly dodgy.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.” I turn and glare back ...