Following the direction of Mona's gaze with his own, Kit stared at the floor where the body had been found. He didn't know what state Mona had found it in, how badly the injuries had been, but in having seen the aftermath of the Ripper victims the first time around, he could guess. Finding a body would have been traumatic enough for Mona but to find one of the Ripper's victims was on another scale of horror entirely.
Drawing his eyes away as Mona continued, the sight that met him would have broken his heart had it been working. She looked so small standing there, so fragile, so unused to the harshness of life. It had come as a shock to her, that much was obvious, but the fact that she had returned and was now relaying the events to him spoke of her courage and her strength. It was admirable.
"Her name was Natalia," Kit said, unable to miss the tears reflected by the moonlight in Mona's eyes. "She was a contortionist who worked at the Midway."
Thinking back on the girl he spoke of, Kit swallowed hard. Although he hadn't known Natalia extremely well, they had crossed paths several times since she had joined the Cirque a year or so previous. He remembered her bubbly personality, her vivacious attitude, the way she would light up when she heard the music and caught sight of the patrons. Her loss would certainly be felt amongst the troupe.
With a small sigh, Kit allowed himself one last glance at the back of the stable before fixing his attention on Mona. He couldn't help Natalia now but he could at least attempt to help Mona. "What do you need?" he asked softly, finally unfolding his arms from across his chest and tentatively opening them to invite her to come closer. "What can I do?"