He nodded. "Some people. Looters. I came here, thinking it'd be safe. You know? No one loots a Church. Plus, little ones like you two come. I...Don't want anyone little to get hurt."
Christa watched him with a knowing smile. Her father was like this, with her. It's why she felt so comfortable around the man. But...truth be told? She liked it a little better when it was just her...and Roxy. Her cheeks colored at that thought.