The woman runs over and then quickly grabs Misha off the ground. "Girl must have been calling out to someone."
The man nods and goes over to Ambrose. He scoffs as he picks the boy up. "Probably. We should be getting back." He picks up Misha's fallen dart, to avoid any evidence being left behind. He tosses Ambrose over his shoulder before heading back out of the forest to their van.
The woman follows, carefully stepping over leaves. She grins. "These kids must be what we want! No way would they be out here in this forest otherwise!"