Nebula just looked at the woman for a moment, grip tightening on the weapon. The little girl didn't know where this instinct came from; she'd never hurt anybody before. But she'd also never been this scared or far away from home. Her eyes were watering slightly and her hands still shook, but she didn't look coldblooded or mean. Mostly, she seemed terrified.
Nebula eyed the bag, but didn't move. She wanted her home. She wanted her family. She wanted her bed. The little girl opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.