London & Cora & Open
London was still glancing around the crowd, trying to keep his eyes from going back to the tank and the blood tinting the water. His mind wandered from question to question. Is the person... thing?... no, creature... thing is offensive... is creature offensive?... Is the one responsible for this still around watching? Serial killers do that, don't they? Hang out in the crowd of on lookers when the scene of the crime is being investigated... God, I need a cigarette.
His attention was drawn in the direction she was looking when she made a noise. It was more instinct than actually expecting to see anything. He couldn't see spirits... at least he didn't think he could. He was pretty sure he never had before. "That's good news, right?" At least that poor soul could rest easy. But there was still the family that was left behind. He crouched down at her request to get down, standing again when she was safely off his shoulders. "I'm London, by the way," he said. He probably should have done that before inviting her to sit on his shoulders.