Alone on the street

Samora walks on, looking around and thinking, what to do now. Suddenly, she hears a whistle. She turns around to see a bunch of dirty, poor looking men standing and sitting in the narrow alley. They’re gathered around a barrel with something burning inside. Some of them are holding pieces of metal with some kind of meat under the fire. Just from one look at their clothes, Samora could tell that they’re probably homeless people, winos or vagrants.
“Hey missy, come over here!” waves one of them. Samora has bad feelings about it, but she has not much choices, being alone in the unknown city, far from home in the strange country. After a moment of hesitation, she approaches them.
“Gentelman” she says “I think you can help me and I can help you in return. I need to know where can I find embassy of my country. And I need something to dress on”
“Lady, you want so much and do you have something to pay for that. As far as I can see, you’re not much rich, aren’t you” says one of the vagrants, causing big laugher.