Melissa curled her fingers lightly around her knife handle at someone calling her "girl", but she said nothing, her face slack and hiding perfectly the irritation and fear that swirled inside her. What [i]really[/i] got her alarmed was the screaming of a little girl, pointed her and the other man out, and made Melissa's heart jump wildly. 

She put her hands on her hips as she listened to the conversation between the man--what was his name?--oh yes, Hank--and the girl who was apparently his daughter. When the child ran off, she looked to Hank and then the other man. She wasn't exactly looking forward to talking to either of them, but she supposed that sooner or later she was going to have to say something. 

"Shall I fetch her?"