Margaret nods, drawing her needles. "Will do." She gets out of the carriage and searches for survivors. She sees shadows and approaches carefully, when she hears whispers. She approaches slower, when the figures attack her. She trips one and holds a needle to their throat, then puts the other in a half nelson. She pauses when she sees their faces. "You're-you're kids." She lets them go. "I'm sorry. My name's Margaret, I want to help you." She helps the one she tripped to get up, and she gently grips their shoulders. "I'm so sorry, let me help you, please." The two kids look at each other and nod. "Okay." "Alright, I have some friends that I'm travelling with and we'll be able to help you find your parents."