"Lieutenant Little's really nice. He helped me get into town when I first got here and he... really helped me last month. With... um, well— you know." The Voice. She guesses a lot of them probably had the same problem. But even with the heaviness of what Edward Little helped her with last month, with talking her back from the ledge of the Milton Basin, her expression brightens. It's clear she does think very highly of him.

"... I don't think I know Mr. Hickey...? What does he look like? Maybe I've seen him around the town."

There's a look at sympathy at that. Kinda frustrating. It would be a fantastic thing, people looking more into lead poisoning sooner. That could even save lives—! But maybe it's still something that can happen? He could still publish it?

"... Maybe you still can? I mean, when we can leave this place and get back to our proper times. I know Lieutenant Little said you were all stuck and had been for a long time, but... maybe you can still get home again? Help might still be coming."