Something's wrong. Daine slowly shrugs off the backpack and sets it down, moving as if there's some wild creature in the room that she doesn't want to spook. Kitten nudges open the flap, then clambers out, looking around the mostly empty storefront (wondering, perhaps, if there are any small messes she might be able to take care of with her tidy-up trick).
But both of them stare up at Thomas in astonishment when he tells them that Edith is dead.
"Killed?" Daine repeats, wavering between disbelief and dismay. She wants to object -- but Edith was too smart to be caught outside last night; but Darrow is supposed to send folk home, not let them die here; but there's no reason for it, even with every law struck through for one evening, there was still no reason -- but what would be the point? It wouldn't change it.
Daine's seen enough of death to know there's no changing it.
It's Kitten who responds first, moving over to Thomas and taking a fold of his trouser leg in one paw, letting out a soft, sympathetic coo. Daine still remains rooted to the spot, brow furrowed.
"... Who?" she finally manages. "Do you know? Do you want me to find out?" Her eyes harden at that last question. Whether it was technically legal or not, that doesn't mean whoever did it ought to just get away with it. One of the People might have seen it. If they know where it happened, Daine might be able to pick up a scent. They could do something.
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But both of them stare up at Thomas in astonishment when he tells them that Edith is dead.
"Killed?" Daine repeats, wavering between disbelief and dismay. She wants to object -- but Edith was too smart to be caught outside last night; but Darrow is supposed to send folk home, not let them die here; but there's no reason for it, even with every law struck through for one evening, there was still no reason -- but what would be the point? It wouldn't change it.
Daine's seen enough of death to know there's no changing it.
It's Kitten who responds first, moving over to Thomas and taking a fold of his trouser leg in one paw, letting out a soft, sympathetic coo. Daine still remains rooted to the spot, brow furrowed.
"... Who?" she finally manages. "Do you know? Do you want me to find out?" Her eyes harden at that last question. Whether it was technically legal or not, that doesn't mean whoever did it ought to just get away with it. One of the People might have seen it. If they know where it happened, Daine might be able to pick up a scent. They could do something.