Maeve nods. "Okay. If it's not okay, let me know, yes?" Because she'll do whatever she needs to. Even if it's admitting she was wrong.

She looks up at the other child peeking out at them. "Hello, darling." Her voice is cautious but mild. She doesn't want to kill any of the children here, but she's starting to notice a pattern. He has at least two children. Both of which she's certain have been told are nobodies, nothing. And it stokes the fire of her anger. "Are you all right?" A beat. "Do you know the way out?"