coolheadedhozuki
Just the sight of the child was enough to imagine the struggles she must have gone through. These scientists doesn’t have any shame, bringing a small and disabled child to a dangerous hole like that. Hozuki sighs, crouching in front of her with his average serious face, but without hostility. She seems unsure about give him more details and can be too scared to do, too. But chit chat isn’t the most important stuff right now, so he jumps to a practical measure.
“I see. Then, you don’t need to tell anything if you don’t want to. But at least I can accompany you to your current house. Stay alone in the streets isn’t safe for a child.“
He wanted to... take her home? Her initial reaction was to panic; she almost drew back from him before she caught herself. He'd been concerned about her, right...? And he hadn't forced her to tell. So... he wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't turn around and stab her in the back (or... in her case, cut off her arm). Maybe he could protect her if she saw that doctor again...
It'd taken her much longer than it should have for her to convince herself that it would be okay to go with him. For a moment she froze up upon realizing she'd just been staring at him, but she soon recovered and quickly rubbed her tears away. Her shoulders remained bunched up by her ears, and she made no attempts to get up.
"... 'Kay," was all she managed for a bit. A few seconds later she spoke up again, "I... I live in... F-1. In... In the apartment place." Another pause. "Th... Thank you, mister..."