She watches every move carefully, barely tearing her eyes away from him to glance at her feet. Another shrug. She didn’t know where her shoes were, or if she even owned a pair that still fit. She couldn’t really care, that much- her feet were cold, but she liked feeling the world beneath her toes, exemplified by the little wiggle she gave them.
The badge did little to earn her favor, the only meaningful reaction being the defensive recoil from the initial glint of a metal object being produced.
The next question, however… Now that one got a reaction. The question alone jogged her memory, the girl nodding so vigorously that her hood threatened to rattle off her little head.
A one-sided conversation edges its one step forward to progress, and that’s alright in his book. Jim assumes the child to be a mute, which won’t be of substantial help for the case. The only glaring issue is her state of wellbeing. No kid should be running around the area under dismal circumstances, let alone in solitude.
“Hey,” He changes his plan of action, knee popping as he shifts in place, struggling to remove his blazer to rest over her shoulders. If she wants to take off with it, there’s just a prized electric razor and not much else left.
“Where y’ headed? I’ll join you and see you off. Can’t have you wandering these streets without some backup.”
