The attempt by Luke's father to pull him inside and slam the door was interrupted by tiny, dainty, and utterly unmoving foot in the way. The wince of the attempted slam just makes her smile wider.

"Mr. Moreau," she says cheerfully. "Certainly don't mean to impose on y'all, but I was wondering..."

"Miss Song, please don't..." Luke starts to whisper before his father interrupts them both, grabbing the boy by the wrist and jerking behind him as he tells the woman to get out and mind her own business.

"...Don't think so," Caroline says simply, hand going to her purse as her suspicions become less and less theoretical. The boy's clutching his arm, and she's pulling out her knife. "Be happy to leave you, but I'm taking Luke with me after all."