[ His brow rucks up, bemused and more than a little concerned. A child her age without a guardian... it's a familiar enough story in Lumiere, where the orphans of the Gommage and the Expeditions are shunted between distant relatives, well-meaning foster families, and the too-full orphanage, but here...

Here, he's seen adults of all ages, including some who would have been taken by the Gommage years ago. Why is she alone?

That faint air of uncertainty and guilt catches his attention, and Gustave gives her a small, crooked smile, nodding. ]

Sure. Yeah. Let's go together, and see what we can find.

[ There must be someone here, worried and wandering about looking for her. She can't have come on her own, could she? ]

What's your name? So I know who to thank for helping to get me to a doctor.