"Gil, what do you see there? Walker stopped slowly trying not to draw too much attention. The rest stopped with him looking at him curiously.
Gill made small glances while pointing around at the other stalls not to draw attention, he had started to notice what Walker was feeling. His sharp eyes were zeroing in on things that were just not exactly right. "That frail short girl in the turban with green hair poking out is limping. She has bandages on her arms under those long purple sleeves. Her clothing is definitely much too old and small for her. She is also sweating a lot, she does not seem very healthy at all." Gil was becoming more and more tense as he watched the girl move more. It was obvious to him that she had many injuries and was not eating properly. On top of all this was the man in the middle.
