[Children are, in his opinion, the easiest kind of humans to talk to, but Boimler certainly isn't the first adult he's met who has a tricky time talking to kids. He does also understand the hesitance, especially in this situation. It isn't going to be as simple as chatting to a kid in the park about dinosaurs.]

Nanny, technically, but I suppose I've done the governess thing once or twice.

[He's being nit-picky for literally no reason, but does apparently agree with Boimler's assessment, since he hands over the clothes and starts over towards the girl.]

The Church thing's not a bad idea, much as it rankles.

[That fussing is mostly for show; considering the Arrangement frequently required him to either pretend to be an angel, or part of the Church, or generally a good person and not a demon from Hell.

With them both on the same page, he hopes, he can close the last of the distance between himself and the little match girl.]

Hullo, could I buy a few of those matches? I've got the pennies right here.

[The look of relief on the girl's face and her enthusiastic gratitude is fucking heart wrenching, but he ignores the sensation to summon the required pennies, so he can swap them for some of those matches.

He's hoping that'll help put her at ease.]