The child, when he saw the super soldier, would have had to look up even from the distance at which he stood. She was taller, much taller than him, maybe even twice his height. At two-hundred-seventy-one centimeters, eight feet and nine inches, towering like a building; like a mass of metal and flesh. He could not even be sure if it really was a woman but rather an automaton for war and turmoil. I saw the furry child, of course I did, but when I noticed the furry kid was worrying. I could have sworn he - or she - was not there when I originally approached the gate. The dizziness that yet lingered within my head messed with my senses, I knew, but it did not make me blind. A slight sense of uneasiness spread over my mind, oozing from the dark depths that held my worries. [i]”He's like ‘em aliens on Theta-556,”[/i] “I thought to myself, the words lingering. [i]”The species tha’ screwed us all royally.”[/i] My first instinct was to aim and shoot, yet my subconscious and with it, my common sense, both argued against. He was only a child; small and wounded. His own blood soaked his hospital gown, and I did not doubt he could hurt anyone - let alone myself - in his current condition. His condition was worrying, truthfully. “Hallo,” I spoke with a gentle, shushing tone to my voice, the slight static undertone of my helmet falling away as the communications device turned off. “Nae reason tae keep the knife. Le's git ye on inside ‘f ‘ere, for medical treatment.”