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She looked vaguely like his mother, but the more he watched her - with all the bravado of a child that never learned to temper his curiosity nor fear the world around him - the less and less familiar the girl looked. She had the red coat but that was all. Her body was smaller, more compact, younger. If he was older then maybe Reyes would've described her as pretty in the way a Monet painting was pretty; common enough subject matter but arranged in a way that could be compelling. No, for now Reyes just thought, this is not my mother! And he felt indignant about it, as if he'd been tricked and she was to blame.

Whassa ass-hump-tons? He huffed back at her, glowering with his eyes but inching closer with the rest of him. Curious, curious, curious - but careful too.