[It's a slim figure in purple, glittery plaid who was on the stairs as well. Luci, desperately hiding underneath a tattered scrap of cloth that looked like it had once been a curtain, peeked up at the stranger from underneath the fabric.]

Lemme guess. You've got a case of smooth brain-- no ridges or lumps, valleys or bumps?

[He sighed.]

Give it a few weeks at the top of the stairs. You'll be remembering your horrible crimes soon enough.