He nods emphatically, nearly cutting Monkling off. "That right! We don't<em>know!</em>We need to know before we hand her to someone. Come on Monkling, you know I'm not crazy.<em>Look</em>at her! She isn't like us. She has this really fine hair all over, but it's not fur. She's not shaved, she just... looks like that. And her face, I mean, look at her face, Monkling! What else has a face like that? Nothing, that's what." He looks over his shoulder at Chihiro, then turns back to Monkling. "This isn't a comic book, you're right about that. If it was we could hand her to the authorities without having to worry too much because the good guys would pick her up. Or rescue her from the bad guys... but this isn't like that. All she has is us."<br/><br/>Stone taps his badge. "Protect and serve, Monkling. That's what we're supposed to do. Do you think we'd be serving her best by taking her in?" He lets the question hang, his face a perfect study in stubborn faith.