Paralyzed by the spectacle before her, Kennedy watched with wide eyes as Daniel first approached the girl, then Clarence did so as well. Getting a better look at the man lying on the floor, Kennedy could see that he was disfigured and scarred. Marks were apparent up and down both of his forearms, the red and puckered skin revealing the damage done by whatever the man had been injecting himself with.
The uneasiness that Kennedy felt was only amplified as the small girl replied to Daniel's brief introduction, a demonic echo of voices spilled from the little girl's body, making Kennedy take a small step back. The blade the girl held waving in the air let off a glint from the glare of neon lights. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, and though fear was welling inside her, Kennedy was intrigued by the girl. She looked like a walking corpse, and the fact that she had been stabbing a syringe into a barely cold deceased was unsettling.
Rosie...? What in the world could that be? The child threatened them, but it was apparent that below the surface she was a scared little girl. Daniel and Clarence had now both approached her, which became more and more obvious as the wrong decision. She was frightened, like a caged animal putting up its last defenses. Then Dan rejected Clarence's suggestion to back off, taking hold of the situation himself. Kennedy was merely a spectator on the sidelines, curious to see what would happen next.
And when it did happen, she was left with a knot in her throat and burning eyes. Dan, perhaps the strongest person Kenn knew, had just cracked. It was a surprise to her, for a man who had put up so many emotional walls. She truly felt for him, knowing that there had to be a hell of a lot of hurt in him to make that happen. Her sorrow for her friend was briefly forgotten when she realized he had just confessed all of his feelings and regrets to this strange little girl. What would her reaction be? Would she scream for this Rosie character? Kennedy wished she could comfort her dear friend, but any movement now could be a hindrance to their predicament. She painfully stood where she was, feet cemented to the ground as she waited for what would come next.