[He follows in silence, head down - though he does look around now and then, taking in the hall, the stairs, all strange and new things. There are other children, too, but not as many adults as he would have expected. He switches the helmet to his other hand, and a couple flights up, he gingerly settles it on his head, though he stumbles when it blocks his vision. It clatters on the stairs, and he hastily picks it up, mumbling an apology.]
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