Voodoo hesitates for a beat - it's still hard to believe someone managed to carve a home out of this place - but he complies, sliding his pistol back into his chest holster.

(Fuck. He's no good with kids. It's Rabbit who's got the magic touch, what with him being a dad and all.

Better fake it 'til he makes it.)

"Hey."

He slowly gets down on one knee, hand open to (hopefully) show he means no harm.

"It's okay. We're not gonna hurt you."

Reflexively, he tugs on the right shoulder of his coveralls - but there's no flag there. Enabling plausible deniability is starting to cause more problems than it's solving in this op.

"What's your name?"