"Alamo, what do you think you're doing?"
Ally Cerez shrunk in his chair a little. When people used his first name (quite the embarassing first name too), he knew he was really gonna get it. His counseler simply glared at him, searching his face.
"She's just a kid, what was I supposed to do? Leave her to die?"
"You have an unidentified child, a baby no less, in your posession. Do you know how much the city's going to panic? An unidentified kid..who knows where the hell it came from!"
Ally shuffled his feet, realizing how childish it had been to assume he could care for the kid. She was so small though, so defenseless. He was an adult now, and figured he could care for her just fine!

"Sir, I just wanted to help her. "
"She's not even yours!"
"Then who does she 'belong' to?"