Dorian: Concerned Dad vibes.
Aiden: Asshole kid brother vibes.
Lorielle: Done with Aiden vibes.
Eesa: Not pictured.
Dorian pulls up a chair, and sits down.
Dorian: Now, maybe you c'n tell us: How'd ya end up in Northside Park all alone in the middle of the night?
Aiden stands nearby, arms crossed and glaring.
Aiden: You know, if you're done treating us like thieves.
Lorielle rubs her temple in frustration.
Lorielle: Aiden, can you stop for one second?
The silver haired girl holds up a hand to stop her.
Girl: No, no; I'm sorry. I was rude.
She ponders. We see in flashback, a larger man pointing, as a crying depiction of the silver haired girl runs away. In the background we see a female figure with two children.
Girl: I... recently left my home. We're devout Hadesians, so naturally my parents had very, uh, strong views on magic and... those who use it.