Rorschach regarded the girl warily before relaxing slightly and settling on the bench, sitting with slumped shoulders. He was tightly muscled, with compact strength, and despite his diminuitive stature he seemed to own every inch of his body. "Merope. Have not heard name like that before," he said, noticing her shiver and feeling a slight twinge of remorse that he did not have his coat with him. Merope looked like she could use it. Rorschach was not a gentleman by any standards, but he didn't like seeing people as helpless as this girl go hungry or cold.
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