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[Taken off guard by the sound of a child's voice, Clara is pulled out of looking for sign of a familiar face among the new arrivals. She glances down and over in the girl's direction, frowning as her words sink in. There's a gun in her hand, something that would have bothered her a lot more months ago, but now she's used to children here having weapons. The blood is concerning, as is the stench coming off of the girl, so she holds up both hands to show she doesn't mean any harm and crouches so she can be eye level. Given how short Clara is, that isn't much work at all.]

Haven't seen any babies here, sorry. Are you looking for your brother?