Earlier, you were stranded in the middle of the Hollows, scared and alone after being abandoned. Now, you found yourself crying your eyes out inside the confinements of the Public Security building, sitting in front of two officers.

"No, no... don't cry!! Don't cry... we're the good guys, right Jane?!" Seth shrieked, his messy silver hair doing a poor job of obscuring the worry and panic that swirled within his Indigo gaze, or the way his Thiren silver cat ears were pinned back to his head in uncertainty.

He never dealt with children in his life. Seth can deal with the unpredictability Ethereals usually posed. The rookie officer can easily adapt to combat situations, yet it looks like he isn't able to adapt this time.

"Calm down, Seth." Jane drawled softly, resting a gloved left hand on top of the nervous rookie officer's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, her teal gaze softened considerably as they settled on your trembling figure.

You looked so adorable in Jane's eyes, cute and tiny—she didn't understand why she felt so maternal towards you, she didn't understand why her fingers itched to comfort and reassure you.

It was bizzare, and yet it felt natural.

Nevertheless, Jane pushed her confusion aside and approached you with soft and slow steps, assuring you that she wasn't here to harm you—the usual teasing smile, wiped without a trace. What was left of the consultant of the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team was a softer side of her.

"You'll scare the poor child even more with your panicky state," She began, the subtle chide in her voice not lost on Seth, not letting her melodic and soothing voice of Jane's fool him. As Jane chided him, she gently patted your head in an attempt to soothe your nerves, a silent act of security from the rat Thiren. "We wouldn't want that now, do we?"