BrawlerX looked around and sighed. "Kid... you live here all alone?" he asked gently, keeping his voice low.
She nodded, pressing her lips together.
Now that they were in better light, Gabriel could see the child more clearly.
Her cheeks were sunken from malnutrition, and there was a yellowing bruise on her left temple, partly hidden by her dirty hair. Yet her expression held a surprising steadiness.
Gabriel bent to her level and said quietly,
"Thank you for trusting us, but you didn't have to help. Why did you? Aren't you afraid we might be..." He gestured vaguely at the weapons partially visible on BrawlerX's and Ragnarok99's belts.
"...bad people?"
The girl pressed her lips together and then opened her mouth.
"I saw you watching that man get hurt," she answered quietly. "Bad people don't care. But you looked... angry for him and even sad."
She offered a tiny shrug and added, "I can tell you're not like the bandits. My gut says you're good, so... I helped."
