"It's kind of backward. Lean back and kick forward to go forward, then lean forward and kick back to go back. It's called pumping because it's so rhythmic, and you can in theory go higher than the bar if you keep it up." His explanation's a little long-winded, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's hard to explain." It'd be even harder to show her, though. This swingset was NOT made with adults in mind.

Richter's not the shadiest guy around. Sure, he didn't shave today, but he's wearing a jean jacket, for crying out loud. At least it doesn't match his pants, which are simply generic slacks. On the other hand, if she knows what to look for, she'll be able to tell he's got a shoulder holster on.

"I'm sorry about your mother, but you should get back to your aunt. The city's not safe at night. She's probably worried sick." He's well aware that, despite years of military training and service, he's not the most dangerous thing out here, especially to a child. If vampires prevented her from getting home... well, it'd be yet another thing he'll never forgive himself for.