Satisfied that she was heading back in the right direction, Rorschach took the shortcut of just disappearing and reappearing beside the pair of them, inkblots slowly moving across his face. He tried not to walk too much from place to place. That tended to drain what energy he had that went toward projecting his form.

"Any luck finding her parents?" Though if Daryl had, he'd have a few choice words for any parents that would've abandoned their child in a park for years on end. Granted, some children would've been better off on their own (himself included) but he wasn't about to go down that line of thinking just yet.