"Alister?-" The man cut himself off before even answering fully. He saw those eyes and did indeed glance at the small figure stalking him, but more out of inquiry than awe. Such was the nature of a man who took to analysis before anything else. [i]Looks like some kind of Abbatial ritual subject. But was it something they sacrificed... Or something they created?[/i] The man had seen plenty of monsters in the shape of children. During his time with the Tribals and their Infected hunts, he had to put down a few. Sometimes he wished he had taken their memory-altering drug so he could forget the dying moments of what little innocence those children had, even if they were turned to beasts. Such a look flickered in his eyes for but a few moments before setting itself back to the stoked flames of determination. "Who are you?"