Laura turned on a heel, surprised to actually hear another voice. For such a large building (as she was sure had been surmised many times before her mind stumbled upon the thought), it was awfully quiet. She didn't know this woman, but Laura was eager to latch on to any idea of help when offered.
"I'm looking for my daughter," she explained, as though such a thing had not been detailed many times in many places already. "Have you seen a 5-year-old girl? She's wearing pink." Despite her numb shock at Anaise's disappearance and continued seeming nonexistence, Laura's voice was calm. She needed to stay calm, because falling apart wasn't an option. It certainly wouldn't bring her child home any faster.