"Not here," he comments pointedly, as if speaking to a child. A few decades ago he might have felt sympathy for her plight. Or at least the plight of the child she was looking for, left alone and defenseless. But Rorschach leaves no room for such weakness, all that matters is the Work itself. No time for friends, no time for sympathy or pity, and while it's regrettable it's still the facts. "'Here' is Taxon," he provides, not so much to be helpful as because she asked and he knows. "Prison city. Currently in holding cell."