Beatrid bit the side of her tongue. She caught the man's look, all right, and knew she had overstepped. She was a stranger, after all, and it wasn't her business--except it kind of was now, since she was stuck here.
Old habits died hard, though. If she was supposed to be a civilian, she should probably act it--act more nervous and sympathetic instead of butting into the scenario wanting to know all the intel, all the whos, whats, and wheres. She cut a glance at the children and let out a small sigh, rubbing her arm through its sleeve. She had never been good as passivity, and it had been a long time since she had been a civilian. Sometimes, it could be hard to empathize when she was trained to react to crises with focus and action.
No one had any reason to trust her, a complete stranger. And she had no reason to really trust them. They could be mages for all she knew--and yet, that ship had long since sailed when she lost everything because she protected a goddamn mage.
She picked at her sleeve.
"I could help you with the move, if it comes to it," she offered at last, glancing at Sadie. "Not that you or anyone has any reason to trust a stranger. And fuck if I have a clue as to what's going on, because I don't. But I'm stuck with you for now and I swear to you I can help. Whatever you need." She owed Sadie, after all. She not only saved her ass from the cold but saved her ass from getting arrested, too--arrested and executed, more than likely. And fuck, but there were kids, too.
"No one's gonna hurt anyone."