Initially, John mistakes the girl for Saoirse, as much because he can't imagine any other child about that size striding into the Archive with any confidence as because of the superficial resemblance. But upon second look, it's clear that he's never seen this one before. He frowns, straightening from his hunch and distantly wishing that Martin was the one covering the front today.

"Are you lost?" he asks, endeavoring not to sound unkind, though he can't help some bewilderment leaking into his tone.