The figure looks small—not a kid, but a small-framed adult human, I guess—and it’s so bundled up in coats and stained blankets and the lounge’s curtains, for frag’s sake, that I can’t tell who or even what sex it is. The most important thing at the moment is that nobody else is in the room, so I move forward on cat’s feet. The H & K’s leveled at the center of the figure’s forehead, just in case, but that’s more out of habit than because I’m really worried about facing any problems here.