Suddenly, Rutile isn't so sure. Perhaps they're mistaken, and this child really is a newcomer to the Bridge. They wrack their brains again, trying to think of someone, anyone they might have seen who fits his description - but no one comes to mind.

"I don't know," they admit. "But it's quite likely. It wouldn't be the first time this kind of thing has occurred."

Then, a little more curtly as they cross their arms, "And anyway, I don't have any other ideas."

They're not irritated with the child, just pointing out the obvious. They have literally tried everything else.