The child, Emi, lounged comfortably against him as they rode off towards Midgar. It was distracting having her there, an unusual urge to protect her from falling—or anything—nagged at him the entire way. He wasn't protective over anything, except maybe his hair, but that was different, he actually liked his hair. He didn't even know this child. He wasn't even sure she came from Midgar, but when he had asked her where she came from, she only shrugged. Unfortunately, he knew exactly the person he was going to have to ask, and that was something he wasn't looking forward to. He tried to convince himself that he was going slower than usual because he didn't want to meet this person, and not because he was concerned for the child's safety.

Healin Lodge approached much more rapidly than desired, despite the slower speed. He wondered if Emi had ever been outside of her own neighborhood, judging from the look of fascination that never left her eyes he decided on no. He slid off the bike, glancing at the child, who impatiently held out her arms to be set down off of the bike. Keeping her arms length away he set her to the ground, he stepped forward a few feet, glancing back to see she hadn't moved from the spot.

"C'mon kid," He motioned, she remained firmly planted.

"I'm supposed to hold your hand, don't you know anything?"

He eyed her, slightly put off by her down talking him, but turned around and grabbed her hand, pulling her along. He tried not to pay attention to her eyes burning into him, like he was something on display as he marched them up the steps. He took a swift glance down at her before pounding on the door. As he dreaded, the one person he was hoping to avoid, opened the door, guard up and weapon out. Yazoo let the girl's hand slip from his as he raised them slightly in surrender. The fiery Reno seemed shocked, and appalled to see him standing there at Shin-Ra's supposed new hide-out.

"What do you think you're doin' here?" Reno asked perturbed.

"Not a social visit," He returned the small glare he received. "This kid followed me; I assumed you could find where she belonged, seeing as how you have nothing better to do."

Reno glanced down finally noticing the kid, the confusion across his face amused Yazoo. He waited somewhat impatiently for Reno to do something, either reject or accept his asking for help. Humiliating really, he'd prefer to go to Cloud, Reno however had been closer, and was more likely to be where he was stationed. Finally Reno kicked the door open the rest of the way and let the two of them inside.

"Surprised you didn't sacrifice her to Jenova or somethin'" Reno remarked under his breath while Emi ran off to sit on the leather couch.

"…" Yazoo leaned against a wall while Reno dug through a computer, he observed Emi, interested in her innocent trust. If only she knew…

"Orphan," Reno spoke up suddenly.

"What?"

"The girl, she's orphaned, like most kids round here."

"Great so what do I do with her?" Yazoo glanced over, a smirk dancing across Reno's face.

"Well, you could always adopt her; I'm sure deep down you've always wanted to be a mommy."

Yazoo forced himself from the wall, winding his hands around Reno's suit. Reno was still much too amused for Yazoo to be a threat. The red-head wriggled away, and turned to Emi, who to both of their displeasure had fallen asleep. Yazoo walked over to her, unsure of his next move, but he was sure sleeping wasn't part of it.

"I wouldn't do that," Reno spoke up, Yazoo heard a lighter flick, he turned back around. "Kids like to sleep yo, wake 'em up and you're in for hell."

"Fine I'm leaving," Reno stepped in front of the door and shook his head.

"I don't think so; do I look like Cloud to you?"

Yazoo groaned, today was turning into a lot of work. He wondered how full time parents ever did anything, he glanced back to the kid. He caught Reno glancing at her too.

"She is kinda cute, for a brat," Reno muttered, taking a drag on his cigarette.