That question was more heartbreaking than anything else. The woman couldn't understand why anyone would treat her with kindness—not even kindness, with the baseline level of respect all people deserved—and Steve found that incredibly sad, as well as telling. She expected a specific manner of treatment under the mantle of assumed guilt. He couldn't say if she understood the impact she had on the city she'd helped demolish, but it wasn't his job to try to explain it to her. The small man watched her come closer, with the slow jerking movements of Dr. Caligari's sonaumbulist under the cut of expressionist shadows jarred at harsh angles.
Her voice was quiet in the room.] I can't do much, but I can do that.