Her initial tone worries him, but she doesn't seem too bothered by his presence- and when she starts rifling around for money he understands why.

"No, no. Of course not." As well as Warsman might think of Hattie, she does seem to have a strained relationship with Eponine- not to mention incredibly high standards. Anyway, accepting sort of payment for his work would be downright dishonest as far as he's concerned. "I won't tell a soul."

The need to get out is also something he can sympathise with; it's half of the reason he's even out here at all, stretching limbs cramped by a too-small apartment and a small mountain of worries. "... that's understandable. Night always seems to make things worse, even without the monsters." He pauses, head to one side; his eyes glow faintly as he sizes her up- her pale face, the small, bare feet on the dark pavement. "I can't replace the shoes, but I could help you get home. I don't mind carrying you- then at least you won't end up with dirty feet."