The blonde girl pauses at each body. She's turning over the pieces in her head, but she doesn't want to come to a conclusion yet—

The corner. She nearly walks right around it, but a half-glimpse at Steve is enough to make her pull back. There's the dreamer. She edges back. What to— She decides on a tactic.

The blonde girl thumps to the floor, just around the corner from Steve, and starts letting out a shuddering, unpleasant half-wail—the barest precursor to full-on crying.