The little girl says nothing. She just hides behind her brother and buries her face in his shoulder.

The boy, however, looks at Voodoo and Lindianne before turning his head away. "...Nancy." It's obvious from the way he keeps shying away from eye contact that he's taken 'don't talk to strangers' to heart.

Lindianne crouches down, trying her best to smile reassuringly. (She's not great with kids, either. She can barely handle college students.) "Nancy? That's a very pretty name. Is she your sister?"

A beat.

He nods once, jerkily.

"Are you two alone here, kiddo?"

This time, he shakes his head.

A pause. "...Oh. Oh dear."