Ophelia heard a slight commotion coming from the small store she had just passed. Her steps halted and she jerked around, her now narrowed eyes aimed in the direction of said store. Biting her lip, she slowly started walking towards the store, her feet carrying her as if on auto pilot. She was curious as to see what was going on, but also wanted to see if there was anything she could do to possibly help someone. It was how she was. If someone needed help, she would try her hardest to help. Sometimes it was a fault and sometimes not. 

When she reached the store, she heard more commotion, and felt her heart start beating faster. This place was being robbed or something and it sounded like someone was trying to bust down a door. Taking a deep breath, Ophelia pushed her way through the doors and into the store. She saw the same man from earlier, the one with the mask, pointing his hand? at a door? He was doing something to it to try to break it down, but he wasn't using his body. He was using... something else. 

Without thinking, Ophelia extended her hand towards the man just in case she needed to stop him from doinf anything. Honestly, ahe wasnt even sure she could. He was much bigger than she was used to manipulating. Her eyes flashed from the clerk, to the man, to the door, and the man again, eyes still narrowed. "You're an Exile." It wasn't a question. Rather, a statement. 

Eyes flashing back to the clerk, she said, "So are you, or you would have done something by now." Turning her attention back to masked man, Ophelia slowly walked towards him. As soon as she was close enough, she peeked into the bathroom. There, she saw a horribly disheveled girl. "Christ," she whispered. "It's a little girl."