The remaining minutes that passed until they came upon the door to a boutique seemed like an eternity. Opening it, Buffy led the child into the shop, keeping a brave face as they walked up to the clerk behind the counter. The Slayer silently hoped the woman would recognize the child and be able to contact her father. The sooner this weirdness was dealt with, the better. She'd need to get home and showered before Ambrose rose as well.
"Hey, I ran into Edith here while I was out on errands," she began, smiling as charmingly as possible at the clerk. "She's lost, I think. She said her father's name is Lucifer? Is there anyone around here you might know of who could help her get home?"