Iman gets up, brushes herself off rather pointlessly, and proceeds at once to the little girl.
"Hey," she says gently, lowering herself down. She's never been extremely good with children. Callie was one thing. Lilly was another. Little Sisters are nowhere near either of them.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," she says softly, reaching out, and the girl jerks away, sniffling, staring up at her with big pale dead eyes. "I'm sorry. We don't want to hurt you."
What can they do? She knows vaguely on Tenenbaum, but not where to find her. There's not much known about what to do with a Little Sister when you've got one, apart from the fuckers who harvest them.
"Come here," she presses as nonthreateningly as she can, and the child darts back, bare feet slapping softly on the floor, hiding behind the smoldering corpse's foot.
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"Hey," she says gently, lowering herself down. She's never been extremely good with children. Callie was one thing. Lilly was another. Little Sisters are nowhere near either of them.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," she says softly, reaching out, and the girl jerks away, sniffling, staring up at her with big pale dead eyes. "I'm sorry. We don't want to hurt you."
What can they do? She knows vaguely on Tenenbaum, but not where to find her. There's not much known about what to do with a Little Sister when you've got one, apart from the fuckers who harvest them.
"Come here," she presses as nonthreateningly as she can, and the child darts back, bare feet slapping softly on the floor, hiding behind the smoldering corpse's foot.