#Ralph is going to assassinate anyone who so much LOOKS at her badly

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She watched carefully as he kneels down, slowly reaching out to touch where the burns are. The touch was very gentle, and only lasted a moment. Her expression looked sad, and she slowly drew her hand away. "I'm sorry that happened to you..." she said quietly.

When he mentioned the family, she broke her eye contact with him, and slowly rubbed the spot on her arm that was bruised. "I don't think all little girls are suppose to have families..." she started slowly. "My mom and dad didn't like me very much, So I don't think I'm a veru good daughter... so maybe I'm just not suppose to have a family."

There was an expression on her face that looked exhausted and broken, but she didn't reveal anything further. It was still raining, and she was starting to shiver. Part of her knew she shouldn't trust strangers, but at the same time she also knew that if she lived by that, no one would be able to help her. She really had nothing left to lose at this point, and really just wanted a place to sleep.

"I would like to sleep at your house tonight Ralph, I have no where else to go and I'm very cold." She approached him, reaching up to take his hand so he could lead her. "I like your name a lot, Ralph. My name is Jace."

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Shivering in the rain, the child cried over the sound of the rain pouring down. She hadn’t even heard anyone come around, and when she heard the voice, she quickly moved away.

“Ah, I’m sorry!” She said quickly, eyes locking on the figure in front of her. “Please, don’t hurt me, I didn’t mean to bother you…” She quickly spoke, fearful that he’d be upset with her.

When he questions about her family, she hesitates. Doesn’t say anything. Thinks about what she could possibly say in response. She wipes away a few new tears, but ultimately holds back.

“I don’t have any family, sir. I’m all alone.” She decided to leave out the parts about the abuse, the pain, how much they hated her - and instead just left it at that.

When she focused on him a bit more, she noticed the burnt side of his face. She didn’t jump back, but she did react to it. Her expression changed from being fearful, to looking concerned instead.

“You’re hurt,” she says to him carefully, slowly standing up. She dared take a step forward to get a better look. The way it was on his face, she guessed it was similar to how she had bruises on her skin. “Someone… did it to you on purpose?” She questioned quietly, looking at him sadly. “… may I look? I don’t know much about androids… but I know how to fix up a human when they’re bleeding, maybe I can help you…”

Ralph tilts his head. “All alone?” He shakes his head, puzzled. “No, that’s not right. Little girls always have families. Little girl, mother, father!” He insists, as though she doesn’t know what the word means.

He steps back as she starts to approach, hand raising up to absentmindedly touch his face. “Ralph is okay,” he assures her. “It doesn’t bother him anymore.” Still, as she asks him if she can look, he can’t help but kneel down and allow her to finally see him in clear view.

“Ralph doesn’t want to scare you with his stories,” he murmurs as she examines his face. He can sense there is something she doesn’t want to tell him, but that’s okay, he thinks. Ralph keeps secrets too. 

“Ralph lives there.” He gestures towards the abandoned lot. “He saw you trying to get in. If you’re really all alone, maybe…Maybe the little girl would like to sleep at Ralph’s house tonight?”