"Misa. Do you have a last name?" Franziska is asking both out of genuine concern and out of a need to try and match her up with any missing persons reports. "And how old are you? You certainly couldn't be mistaken for sixteen."
Sixteen! Franziska's mad enough to chew nails and spit rust. A child being groomed for sexual purposes, and for those to begin at sixteen!
She shares a glance with Miles. "That's not my place to say," she says after a moment. "You'd be served better asking him about that." Yes, she's throwing her brother under the bus, and gladly so. "But you've no need to worry. No harm will come to you - and nobody will touch you - while I'm around."
Miles, meanwhile, is having a brief conversation with one of the officers. When he turns back, he looks at Misa. "Miss Misa, you will be able to see them again. Right now, they're just being questioned at the station. Most of them shouldn't be in much trouble." He's not going to sugarcoat it, though. "A few of them may be, but that depends on what we learn in questioning."
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Sixteen! Franziska's mad enough to chew nails and spit rust. A child being groomed for sexual purposes, and for those to begin at sixteen!
She shares a glance with Miles. "That's not my place to say," she says after a moment. "You'd be served better asking him about that." Yes, she's throwing her brother under the bus, and gladly so. "But you've no need to worry. No harm will come to you - and nobody will touch you - while I'm around."
Miles, meanwhile, is having a brief conversation with one of the officers. When he turns back, he looks at Misa. "Miss Misa, you will be able to see them again. Right now, they're just being questioned at the station. Most of them shouldn't be in much trouble." He's not going to sugarcoat it, though. "A few of them may be, but that depends on what we learn in questioning."