➢ ; Curiosity kills the man
There was a distinct difference between 'people' and 'arrivals' here in the city. For one, they all acted rather blandly, like anything outside their current takt was too trivial to pay attention to. They'd give directions and be generally 'just helpful enough' before returning to whatever they were doing. To test this weird feeling out, Desmond even went as far as to call one an asshole and flip him off in typical New York style, but nothing came of it except a weirdly blank stare.
Aside from the heebie jeebies, he gained nothing from the experience and simply resorted to using his Eagle Vision on a crowd of them. Much to his concern but unsurprise, they appeared nearly colorless and as bland as their personalities. Every once in a while he'd encounter someone with color, but they were either passing by or seemed busy in their own scurrying around.
After a little while he simply resorted to people watching, blending in with the crowd to see who would pop up- it seemed an interesting test to see how the other 'arrivals' treated these weirdly unenthused people. Maybe he could even spot some new faces that didn't look exceptionally antisocial.
What he hadn't expected as he gently proceeded through the pedestrian traffic, as sparse as it was, was to see a little girl wreathed in a shimmering aura of colors, wandering about on her own. The bottom of his stomach fell out and he felt immediate concern. What the hell was this place that it let little children go about a disaster zone all by themselves?!
With a cursory glance around to confirm there was no other person if interest, he called out to the girl and approached slowly, making sure his hood was down and he didn't seem like some perv approaching a child. His tone was gentle and worried, a frown drawing his eyebrows together.
➢ ; "Hey kid, are you okay? Are you lost, or hurt, or anything?"
Genuine concern was written all over his face.
