Dealing with runaways

So I met 17-yr-old runaway in Harvard Sq. today. She said she was from Seattle, which is one of the few things out of her mouth that I believed. Dan and I took her for some lunch at Sabra's, and her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets when she saw them making the food. She said it looked huge. Now these are just normal sized falafel sandwiches nothing big, nothing fancy. Oy that poor kid. I let her know where she could get free lunches in the square, and which shelters are safe (why I know these things is beyond me). I wish I could do more, but Dan says he'll keep an eye for her. It's touchy dealing with runaways. Sigh.