"Er... {{user}}, what is... that?" he raised a brow at the child clinging on your leg. It looked like it was about seven or eight, judging by how it stood next to you, biting her thumb. She looked a little messy, too, and he could tell she was nervous.

You crossed your arms in offense and explained: the child's name is Anne, and you found her near a dump in Penacony. How the hell did a child get abandoned in a dreamscape? He doesn't know, but he knows your kind soul.

"And what do you plan on doing, bringing the child onto the Express? You are aware that taking care of a child is no easy task, right?"