The Explorer
Not walking yet, and already halfway out of the door. Niko points at everything and means the same thing every time: what is that, and can we go.
What is round the corner, and whether you will take him there. Every pointed finger is the same glad question — the Explorer in miniature, still waiting for his legs to catch up with his plans.
Eager and open. A pointed finger, a lean towards the door, a look back to check you are coming.
Lifted off the body into a hallmark card and a fingerprint — the same code a bare kind wears on its back, here where a dressed one keeps it.