It was a girl that was standing there, looking to be in her early-to-mid-teens. She was wearing clothes that looked to be hand-me-downs, but they were much cleaner and well kept than Oliver’s.
She was clearly not an orphan as he was, and if she was, she had escaped earlier than Oliver had.
Her eyes were on the book, but when Oliver saw her she went straight down to business.
“That foot’ll need the glass taken out and stitch unless I’m very much mistaken,” she began, walking over to him and grabbing his ankle with a firm grip, pulling the sole of his foot closer to her for inspection.
Oliver stared at her wide-eyed.
“MARCO! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE , YEAH? WE GOT A KID !”
Suddenly a boy that looked to be a bit older than the girl, apparently Marco, walked into the alley, looking at the foot as well and hissing, shaking his head.
“Yeah, that’ll need attention. I’ll get Sven with the FA.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, and call Maxie. Make sure she’s got all that we need ready. C’mon, kid.”