Squire turned back to the screen, frowned, chewed the tip of his index finger. "The boy has a style of his own, doesn’t look to be a follower. That shows individuality combined with the stubbornness to stand apart. I can’t tell intelligence levels from here, but the detail and care taken to paint his jacket suggests curiosity and patience. That being the case, we have a creative, smart, stubborn boy used to looking after himself. I would try to protect that aspect while reintegrating him with society. Not school—I doubt how relevant that would be. A local gang, perhaps, one where I could keep an eye on him."