Thomas's heart sinks at the sound of a young girl's voice, so abruptly that the tone and content of her words barely even matter. He hasn't seen many of the others here, but they've all at least been adults. He's not usually the type to underestimate a child purely because they're young, but β coming from where he's just been, seeing what he just saw only a few hours ago, it's enough to make his lips twist down in muted exhaustion.
That said, it takes him a little too long to come up with something to say, once he's cycled back through the last few seconds and reminded himself that she did in fact ask him a question. And what a question it is. His brow furrows, now, heavily, as he tries to find an answer that will suffice. The more he thinks about it, the stranger the question is, especially in lieu of an introduction.
"...New in town," he decides on eventually, sitting back a little on the step and watching her properly. Not a child, but still young, and there's something steely in the way she holds herself. "What kind of question is that?"
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That said, it takes him a little too long to come up with something to say, once he's cycled back through the last few seconds and reminded himself that she did in fact ask him a question. And what a question it is. His brow furrows, now, heavily, as he tries to find an answer that will suffice. The more he thinks about it, the stranger the question is, especially in lieu of an introduction.
"...New in town," he decides on eventually, sitting back a little on the step and watching her properly. Not a child, but still young, and there's something steely in the way she holds herself. "What kind of question is that?"