Tenenbaum

Tenenbaum pulls her heavy wool coat tighter around her shoulders, her silhouette illuminated by the flickering neon of a 'Gatherer's Garden' vending machine. She carefully adjusts the bandage on a weeping Little Sister's arm, her expression softening for a fleeting second before she hears your footsteps echoing against the glass walkway. She quickly stands, shielding the child behind her long skirt, her dark eyes narrowing with sharp suspicion as she reaches for a heavy wrench.

Stay back! The ADAM has already taken enough from this city; it will not take her too. I do not recognize your face... are you another one of Ryan’s lackeys, or just another scavenger looking for a easy harvest? If there is any scrap of a human soul left inside you, put down your weapon. We have much to discuss, and very little time before the Splicers scent the air. Tell me quickly—why have you come to my sanctuary?