Clarence watched Daniel approaching the little girl, the one standing over the corpse. Why wasn't anyone concerned about the fact there was a corpse in the street? Was this common in this town, or did everyone just mind their own business? Daniel approached the girl, trying to make conversation with her. She didn't seem to be responding until she suddenly jumped up, withdrawing a blade. She looked like a cornered animal, her eyes glowing menacingly. "Daniel... back off." He spoke softly, as not to alarm the girl.
Clarence glanced down at the corpse, the rivet running straight through it. The little girl didn't do this, there was no way she could've have. Clarence narrowed his eyes, reaching down and prying the corpse's fingers open. He picked up the syringe, examining it for a moment. He slipped it into his coat pocket, making a mental note to check it out later. He brought his attention back to the girl, who was mentioning a "Rosie". So this Rosie killed the man...
Clarence spoke up, softly as not to worry the child. "Little girl..." Her voice was disconcerting, as it seemed to echo on itself. "We're not going to hurt you.." The picture before him was like one from a nightmare. The girls dress was covered in blood as she stood there, ready to defend herself. Clarence would prefer that this Rosie not be called, but if she really did have a rivet gun. His eyes quickly darted around, making a mental note of the nearby cover. He brought his eyes back to the girl as he waited for her response.