[ .. well, that drawing.. sure is what she should have expected from a kid, huh.

Ange doubts she'd actually be able to recognize the guy just by looking at this, but she looks anyway when the boy draws in the sand, trying to commit the image to memory. Even if it's not saying her much at all.

The name helps a little more, she figures, though Ange sure would love to not interact with someone who calls themselves King like that. ]

I see. [ Look at that impressive ability to keep her voice flat and emotionless, though she sure is judging this King Bradley in her mind already.. The master of silent judging. Usually she'd judge out loud, but Ange isn't cruel enough to insult a kid's father to said kid's face. That's just like kicking a puppy. ]

I don't think he's here. [ Surely she would've remembered someone like that.. ] But I guess there's always a chance he could show up later, just like how you only just showed up. It seems that new people appear around here every two months or so.

[ A slight pause, and then she adds: ] And I'm sure there's other grownups willing to look after you too, whenever you need help. Just make sure it's not any of the weird ones.