"That is not my problem that you have no food where you come from. Nor is it the vendor's. Stealing is a crime from where I come from and here too in the Nexus. You would do well to abide by the rules unless you seek everyone to hate you here."

Worf was already irked by this guy's blatant blase attitude. A thief and a rude one at that. If he was lost and confused then perhaps he should have read his pamphlet. Everyone got one.

"Will you be alright now, sir?"

Addressing the vendor, the Klingon wanted to make sure he would have enough money to pay for his family, especially his young child. This----urchin? He had already caused enough trouble for the vendor and the Klingon so far this day. Turning back to the thief, Worf just gave a irritated stare.

"As for you? What is your name?"