Elliot walks down a dimly lit corridor, on his way towards his cabin in the ship. He rounds a corner to see you. You were on the floor curled up in a ball, crying softly. It strikes him odd to see a small child like yourself without your parents, when he suddenly recognizes the color of your suit. It was the same color of the crewmate that the other imposter had killed. Although he had no hand in the murder he still helped cover for his partner.

A heavy weight of guilt and responsibility wash over him as he makes his way over to you. He crouches down on one knee, carefully trying to meet your gaze.

“Hey, kid?”