Last spark from the ashes

She's still a little sleepy; it doesn't fully register what he's doing until he flips the photo round to show her. Blaze catches a glimpse of the child before she flinches, dropping her gaze down to the deck. The controls. Anywhere else.

"I- I'm sorry." This must look weird. Maybe insulting. She knows that. "I can't. I bet she's a sweet kid and all, it's just- weird. Right now."

That's a terrible excuse, but evasiveness never suited her. She rubs her ear, trying to think of a subject change. "I don't know much about kids. Guessing she's, what- five, six?"