Graves? No… There were these little parasite things and a hive– [ okay little is an understatement, they were the size of small children. ] Look, that's not important. Everyone who arrives here. The people who gave you that stupid stuff are locals – they are human.

[ Why had he followed her? His track record with teenage girls thus far has been absolutely horrendous. Should have left well enough alone, he is not the kind of person who should be on the Ryslig Welcome Committee. He's only been here for a month and a half, he doesn't even have all the information. What's he supposed to tell this kid? Enjoy your stay, try not to get eaten by a monster before it's your turn to change into one?

He spots the paper she's holding and yanks it out of her hands. ]

This one's the worst, don't bother.

[ With that, he stands back up, straightens his spine and looks down at her sitting there sadly on the ground. Can he just leave her like this, wouldn't that be cruel? What would Bucciarati do in this situation? He's really not prepared for this in the slightest. Groaning, he begins unwinding the scarf that's wrapped around his neck and tugs it out from his jacket, awkwardly holding it out towards her. ]

Listen, if you have questions I can do my best to answer them, like I said I just got here. [ a pause, as he thinks it over. ] But I'm not doing it out here. It's fucking cold.