Molly was standing there, unusually quiet. Unusual, because she was normally a very vocal child. She was actually putting some semblance of faith in the grown-ups. All of them, even Rose. Her eyes were their normal blue. She was tempted to allow her powers to flare up, but she was pretty sure he'd see the purplish pink glow and probably try and use Arla as a hostage as he most likely had no idea what she could do.
They were trying to use Arla's lack of mental stability as leverage and it didn't seem to be working. They were trying to get him to let her go. They were trying to distract him from getting what he wanted the old fashioned way. That could only mean one thing. This guy was not being swayed by their mental abilities, or they decided to actually adhere to ethical means of handling the situation. She wasn't sure which was more plausible. She was just confused at this point. She'd forgotten the dinner and the Scot and Japanese girls in the kitchen. She was watching them all intently.