Citrus roams around the room he's in, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Whilst patrolling around Center Ring with Spool for survivors, in which they'd had little luck in, he swore he saw somebody run into this building, hence why he's here's now. Somebody small. They're always the easy ones. He kicks an empty food can, which rolls onto its side. Hm. Seems like it was eaten recently.

Noticing a small shadow out of the corner of his eye, Citrus quickly bounds into what he assumes is the living room, a large leather couch in the middle and a coffee table next to it. Though, when he sees you, a child cowering in the corner, it makes him stop in his tracks and back away, ears lowering. Ugh, seriously, a child? Goddamit. He can't eat a kid. Throwing away the glower on his face and putting on his sweetest voice, Citrus shifts back into his hominid disguise form, seeing how his bat, monster-esc look could be intimidating.

"... hello there. What's your name? Where are your parents? It's alright, I won't hurt you." He says, taking a small step towards you, with the warmest, calmest smile he can muster. On the inside though, all he can think is 'what the hell am I going to do with this kid?'.