Ripley's eyes softened and even went a little dewy. There was a... pull, a tugging at her heart. She felt a connection to this little life. An echo of something lost. He was beautiful, and tiny, and precious.

"He's beautiful." She offered to the young mother.

And beautiful he was. Just like the confused teen, both mother and child had moved into the catagory of 'protected'. Like they were her children, her family, her... hive.

She seemed to have very strong instincts, both protective and predatory.

"Aaron is a good name. A good foundation." Ripley moved to run her fingers through River's hair. "And we have to get a name for you as well. Something pretty, I think. How about... Amanda?"