Rorschach crouches down low, his voice far gentler than the usual brusque, gruff tones he uses when speaking to anyone else in the house. If she's going to be staying here for any length of time, it won't do to have her scared of him. "Won't hurt you. See?" He holds up a gloved hand, letting it fade right through the nearest wall before it re-solidifies. Willow looks a bit skeptical that someone wearing a mask like his isn't a bad guy.

Great. The poor thing was an orphan, as if her current state wasn't enough to tug on the heartstrings. It was like the start of a Dickens novel, though Rorschach highly doubted that the author had ever written about a child that could shapeshift into a rodent. "What're you going to do?"