Her features don't really lend themselves well to anger, but she sets her mouth in a steely line. "Those five back there have to know something. We'll find out." (Though she's not entirely sure how.)

This whole thing makes her feel sick to her stomach. She finds child labor abhorrent, for personal reasons and more, but the idea of parents willingly selling their children into this, of adults knowingly participating in this--

--it makes her so angry she could kill them. Which, as she realizes it, scares her a little. She takes a deep breath. "Is this area safe?" She'll make herself useful. Idle hands do the devil's work. Thou shalt not murder.