Desperation makes people do terrible things. [Not that she would know from experience or anything, ahaha, nope, no way.

Castille starts propping up their would-be robbers against the alley wall while the question of what to do next hangs in the air. Letting them not wake up face floor on the ground seems like the least she can do. She looks up partway through and nods in approval at the recognition, eyes flickering from Qrow to the hilt of his weapon and back. She'll have to ask him about that later.]

Thanks. You weren't so bad, yourself.

[There's a hint of a smile, even, before she goes back to her self-assigned task and resumes looking lost in thought and vaguely troubled.]

... Is there anything we could do to help them out that wouldn't just. Enable them to make more bad decisions?