Rorschach watched the little squirrel girl climb the hunter like he was a tree in the park. Rorschach had never been one much for kids, either in wanting them himself or interacting with them. But he did hold a soft spot for their innocence. Despite having lived as a rodent most of her life, Willow didn't seemed to have come to much harm. He deliberately reached out and poked her, producing a little squeal as the cold sensation went through her again.

"Maybe," he answered, being infuriatingly vague on purpose. Rorschach had always been around the house, more of a piece of furniture than an actual person. Lately, perhaps comfortable enough to enjoy interacting with the members of Hillingdon, he'd been showing up more and more.