Guts seemed indifferent to the human suffering around him, acting as little more than an silent, unapproachable curtain of black a few paces behind her. None of the sights were particularly new to him. The huddled children wouldn't look out of place in some back alley of Midland, and he's walked through enough of those to grow a bit numb to it all. Or at least, he certainly had a good mask for the occasion.

In fact, if the girl were to react fearfully from them, it was likely from the steely glare he was providing from over Evie's shoulder. Far from sympathetic, it seemed to do a good job repelling any wayward person that looked at them too long.

"We're gonna be here a lot longer you keep stoppin' for every kid curled in a corner."