It's a simple enough explanation, but one that makes sense to Luke and he nods as he sweeps the broken glass into the dustpan and then leans down to take it from her so he can dump the glass into a nearby garbage can. This might not be quite what he expected to find when the soft chirping alarm upstairs had let him know someone had broken in, but he has to admit, he prefers this to any sort of genuine and malicious break in.

All she wants, as far as he can tell, is a quiet and familiar place. Luke certainly can't begrudge her that. All children deserve somewhere to go, somewhere other than the Children's Home, and he knows they don't have the room, he knows taking children in isn't something he and Reid can just do without consideration, but he feels for her. It's often difficult enough for the adults in Darrow to adjust to this new world, but for all the resilience of a child, it must be harder still, to be without the support system they used to know.

"I'm Luke," he tells her as he puts the broom and dustpan back where they belong. "Have you been in Darrow for very long?"