As the citizens of Rapture were used to Poppy, so too was Poppy used to the citizens - but her childlike amazement is not to be quenched by the distinct and intentional lack of attention given to her. She skipped over to shop windows, pointing happily at the goodies inside. She smushed her face against the glass of the aforementioned clothes shop ([i]"D'ya think they make that blue dress in a children's size?"[/i]) and she stared hungrily at the confectioneries on display in the sweet-shop. She didn't ask for any sweets, however, instead preferring the bright red contents of her syringe to guzzle on whilst she walked.

Of course, on top of that was a barrage of endless small-talk. Something really gives the impression that Poppy is either used to talking to herself, or hasn't had anyone to talk to for quite a while. [i]"You know, the orphanage isn't that bad, and the orphanage ladies take the new girls out with pretty make-up on. I want the pretty make-up too, but they said 'cause I'm not new anymore that I don't get it, and that I've got to stick with Daddy and not talk to strangers. It's what a good girl does, and I don't wanna be a bad girl - the bad girls go missing. My friend Katie started crying about her mo-...her muuhhh...her moooo-..."[/i] Poppy faultered. She just couldn't get that word out either, her face going even paler as she realized what she was trying to do. [i]"Her lady-daddy...she went missing a few months back. Apparently, she got invited to a princess castle, but she doesn't get to leave ever, so good girls must gather and bad girls go missing."[/i]

For a long while, Poppy fell silent, her little hand trying to weave it's way into Danny's palm. [i]"This doesn't feel right, mister. I think-...I think I'm being a bad girl. You won't let me go missing though, would you? Daddy's out there worried sick for me...I should probably check on him in a little while. If he caught me with strangers, he'd-...."[/i] Poppy cut herself off, smiling and shaking her head. [i]"He'd not be very happy."[/i]

Poppy looked up at the large map curiously, her eyes lighting up more so than usual with wonder. [i]"My Orphanage and the lab are over here..."[/i] she chimes, pointing towards the general area of Point Prometheus. Then she hesitates. [i]"Or was it over here? I can't-...remember...[/i] she whispers, her finger dragging across to Pauper's Drop on an instinct. For a moment, she sniffled, then violently shook her head. [i]"No, no. Over here. I'm certain."[/i] confirmed Poppy, her finger resting on Fort Frolic. [i]"I'm sorry, I'm so used to travelling 'round the vents and stuff, maps are weird. I'll know it when I see it, don't you worry!"[/i] Poppy said, cheerily. Something seemed to be bothering her, though...her expression isn't as cheery as she was in the streets. She kicked at the floor with her little white shoes, the blood on her dress congealing to a sickening blackish-red.