Things really are amiss if there's a little kid running around on the ship. He thinks this, and yet there isn't any kind of disparaging look thrown down at the little tot when he gets rushed, nothing aside from a brief flash of surprise across his features before he's squatting down to look at him at eye-level.

He hadn't been going anywhere particularly important, just wandering as he usually did.

"Hey there, little guy. Don't suppose your parents are around?"

Wishful thinking, but it doesn't hurt to ask.