"I could also spend my mysterious scarce resource to get one without stealing but let's be real here there will be a lot more petty larceny happening tonight."

"There are homeless purples and greys, are you planning to rescue them also?"

"...well, now that you pointed that out, yeah."

"There are thirteen billion people in this world. Do you mean to run around counterfeiting our money and stealing goods off our shelves and degrading our institutions and alarming our populace solving problems as someone mentions them in the hopes that by those means all injustice will be righted?"

"No, I've been here for weeks and not done that, you're right that I can't fix everything in one go and that just doing whatever looks right as soon as I see it is a terrible idea but I cannot walk past a bunch of people freezing to death in a stupid storm and not help them like that, I can't—can't function like that—I can go spend my mysterious scarce resource, though, if you think it's worth it, it's not even that scarce it'll just take a few weeks to start getting renewed but hopefully there won't be any more blizzards—"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't steal any more heaters or counterfeit any more money but - if one thing your mysterious scarce resource can do is access government records at will then real money won't really be a problem, and the circumstances do constrain acquiring them normally. I can get you a bank card and you can find a functioning cash machine and then leave non-counterfeit money for the heaters and rescue everyone you please and then we can talk, all right?"

"—yes alright. Thank you."

He pulls out a bank card. "The identification number is 128981."

She accepts it and walks away at a sedate pace before zipping off to a cash machine once she's out of sight. She gets a charger and returns to the reds and puts it on the ground then takes a couple of steps away.

They collect it and start charging an everything.

She waits.

A few minutes later the owner of the everything starts haltingly naming people and where they were likely to have been caught.

Sadde doesn't write the names and places down. "Thank you. I'll go mysteriously clear most of the snow away and get other people."

She goes off to do just that.

Reds stuck in tunnels and alleys and trucks-in-snowdrifts and such take advantage of the cleared snow and make their way home.

She will also provide any homeless people she sees or hears with heaters and blankets, and will furthermore actively look for them after she's done with all the reds.

And then back to where she started.

He is standing with his arms folded, a ways farther away from the reds. "Sadde. Is the city cozy for everyone?"

"It should be, yes. Thank you very much." She hands him the card back.

"Rather seems I should be thanking you. My office is this way."

She shoots the reds one final glance then follows him.

The building is warm and well-lit once the sensors notice them and thickly carpeted with fine wood furniture and leather couches. He finds a spacious office with his name on the door. 

He unbundles. "Are you an alien?"

"From a bit farther away than you're imagining, but yes."

"A bit farther than I am imagining."

"I'm not from anywhere that is spatially contiguous with the universe this planet is in—the term might be 'alternate universe'—and my mysterious means are literally magical."

He sits down heavily. "Okay. Are you representing some - extradimensional magic organization - or are you here of your own recognizance?"

"Recognisance perhaps implies rather more planning than was involved. My means of interdimensional transportation does not let me pick targets as much as it picks them for me. To the extent that there's an extradimensional magic organisation, I have been cut off from it for the past few hundred years."