She's not about to go picking through the town, stealing what she can eat and hiding in gutters, and Lance feels a wash of shame that it even occurred to him. Some people do things the right way. Some aren't so far gone.

"Just ask," he says softly, and clears his throat, as if afraid of speaking too loud. "...my son's the apothecary. Finian. Kit and Ben down the way are carpenters, Waen has the general store. Colin's the baker. Most will barter." For goods, for work, for whatever. No one is going to be too big a hassle about a girl with a baby.
Well, maybe Ben, but at least Kit's there to offset him.