Before he was even halfway there, he was interrupted by a small, curly haired, upper-class girl in a purple dress. The child bore a strange resemblance to a life-size Shirley Temple doll. Looking up at him with large, round eyes, she asked, Excuse me, but what happened here?
He glanced briefly at the trail of blood that the captive had left in her wake- which must have been what the girl was inquiring about. He shook his head sadly, reluctant to recap the events to someone so young.
"They caught a violent radical," he said hesitantly. He decided to leave out any mention of murder & bloodshed, which struck him as too graphic & intense for her. "They took her to the prisons..."
He gave the child a curious look. "Where are your parents? You really shouldn't be out here alone."