[ Johanna suppresses a sigh. Why indeed. If the kid's getting fed by somebody, that's probably all that matters. Not like he's her responsibility. ]

Just wondering if we might know some of the same people. There's only about eighty of us around, as far as I can tell.

I'm Johanna. Constantine. And you're right, it's not normal and it's probably not human. We're all doing our best to figure out what the fuck it is. One of these days we might even get somewhere. In the meantime, we all have to look out for one another, right?