The boys could fucking repeat bullshit at each other all they wanted as long as it fucking reassured their morality. Daisy wasn't falling for it. She raised her lip at that exchange then shook her head, rejecting how fucking stupid Nick must have thought he could have made her my putting her on ice, but it would take a lobotomy to make her that stupid. Alex-stupid, evidently. This parasite will 'kill 'em', 'they're not even human anymore', 'there is totally no moral issue with snuffing them out', same shit. Sure, fine, it was recon, but it was recon with the purpose of killing orphans. Fuck this.
This sentiment continued as a mantra as Daisy peered through her binoculars again, mouth set in a determined pout, just looking for one sweet little face to point out how completely unreasonable this was. Ah, there, there was one, wandering out in a sort of lost manner into that cute little playground, glancing around surely expectant of whoever was supposed to be taking care of her. Nobody showed, at least as far as Daisy's limited perspective allowed her to see, and the girl who must have been five or six years old made her unsure way towards the gate.
"What the..." Daisy started to mutter as the girl stumbled out of the orphanage's safe boundary and started down the street. "There goes your theory that a supervillain runs the place, nobody's watching these kids," Daisy announced, trying to direct the other two to the wandering orphan.
The girl did, eventually, get somebody's attention. She didn't respond, but a man forced his way into Daisy's field of view, chasing after the little girl and obviously trying to speak to her. When he touched her arm, she shrugged him off and started away quicker, which made the man pause with confusion and deliberate over what he was supposed to do in this situation. The second the girl turned down into an alley, he made up his mind, unable to let her wander into whatever trouble may lurk in the darkness.
That was when it got really weird. The adventurous orphan stopped dead some feet before she reached the back wall of the narrow alley, motionless even as the man who chased her came fumbling through and made further attempts to communicate with her. She didn't move a muscle until he got in front of her, his back to the observers, kneeling down to her eye level, just holding his hands up cautiously and trying his best to be non-threatening. She finally acknowledged him, opening her mouth, but it just seemed to hang open for a moment until the man suddenly fell backwards onto his ass and Daisy realized the girls mouth was just stretching open wider, her jaw unhinged and the skin at the corners of her lips tearing.