Malik sighed. "Look you don't have to be afraid of me, I'm just here to help you I promise. As for being a scientist no, I'm a doctor working to the scientists." He said starting the car and pulling away from the orphanage. "But enough on that subject. Why don't we start by sharing our names and a little about ourselves? Let's start with the person behind me and then continue from there."

Jean swallowed hard. "My name is Jean Reed, and I'm fourteen years old." He said thinking. "I never knew my real parents but nanny Martha served as my mom until today when WE were adopted. I like stargazing at night and reading during the day. I guess that's about it." He rubbed his right ear his fingers landing on the notch taken from it. "Oh and I got this scar when I was younger and we went on a camping trip, just me and Martha back when they allowed it that was. We were out hiking when this man attacked us. He had Martha and he was beating her. I-I didn't know what else to do, he was going to kill the only person I had ever known...so I took a stick from the side of the trail and I hit him over the head with it. It worked to free Nanny Martha but it only made him come after me. Before I could move he cut me with the blade he wielded, leaving me with this." He traced the scar on his cheek, his eyes were blank as he remembered. "He kept trying to stab me but I was too fast...then-then I grabbed his arm and stabbed him with his own blade. Nanny Martha covered my eyes from the sight but I could hear his bloody gags as he cried for air. I killed him, that's all there is to it. I murdered a man and they never found out about it." He fell silent for a moment, as he recalled the night over.

Olivia listened thought fully "Do not feel bad Jean most humans shouldn't belong in this world anyway." She said sort of trying to comfort him but not feeling like she did a good job.

Qrow looked at Jean and tried to hug him over the seat. "I guess I will go then.." Qrow looked around,"Hi, I am Qrow Casily, I am 15." Qrow Watched out the window. "I came from a rich family, I never have known why they dumped me at the orphanage.. They used to tell me 'You're going to go far kid.. I can the the success in your eyes, lead us there..' Those was the last words they told me..."

Jean looked out the window trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes. "Thanks both of you." He said choking back the sorrow in his voice.

"Nice to meet that both of you." Malik said turning to the right to take them out of the town. "And what about you?" He said looking at Olivia. "What is your name sweetie?"

Qrow looked out the window and saw Jean's reflection and thought," Man, they have had hard lives, I was just dumped there, they were abused and left.. and I was there, being served and treated like a princess.."

Olivia kept looking out the window as she answered " My name is Olivia my life has been anything but sweet. I was taken away from my parents since they went to jail for child abuse, They used to whip me every night until they felt like I was submissive. I do not enjoy physical contact or humans really." She said all this in s level tone but inside she was almost laughing If he even thinks he can touch me he has another thing coming!

She wasn't even listening, or at least barely. She mostly read her book.

Nao looking right at Malik, without any emotion ''Seam that's my turn, well not like i have a lot of say anyway, i am a ghost kids: no past, no family, not even a full name, just a bunch of letter scramble around my head and a word without any meaning. I am around 10 years old, people call me Nao. I was found in the wood, my memory start when the policeman found me before that well, that's like i wasn't even alive, just a empty space.''

Malik looked to Naila. "And what of you sweetie?" Naila found it hard to sit still as she hugged he tathered doll.

"I'm Naila! I was brought to the orphanage as a baby, since my parents didn't want me." She said hopping up and down still. "How long until we get there? I can't wait to see your wife!"

"I'm afraid then you will be disappointed." Malik said. "I'm not married nor do I plan to get married anytime soon. It will just be you and me at the home."

Olivia wasn't sure if she liked this or not it could be less beating... Or no one to witness the beatings. Olivia concentrated on the window so that she could remember the way back to the orphanage.