Nero steps back away from the bars; he holds his hands up in surrender due to the tone of Estinen's voice. His head drops slightly in apology as he turns his expression to a somber one.

Touchy, touchy.

The elf can't help but feel his face scrunch up to offer an incredulous expression at the idea of some little girl arguing peace. Well, shit kids are always getting themselves into trouble. He does feel like the guards dragging some kid out is going a little overboard, however.

But then, again, so is locking away everyone who doesn't fit the bill. So, whatever.

"Aren't they already little more than beasts, cousin-dear?"