Instinctively reaching down, Verity snagged Charlie's arm, preventing her from running off away from them and knocking someone else down. She glanced back, over her shoulder, at the shop, but Fred wasn't coming out in search of her and she rolled her eyes, moving her grip to take Charlie's hand instead of her arm.
"Um," Verity started, looking from Charlie to Trevor and smiling sheepishly. "This is my daughter."