Beverly squatted so she was on the child's level. Her feet remained planted, her legs ready to push up and run. "I have not seen your uncle," she replied gently, "and I have to ask you to trust me. My name is Beverly, but my friends call me Bev. I don't think Uncle Bene is here. I believe you heard him, but it's actually him. I think it's someone pretending to be him. Do you understand?" She didn't want to frighten the girl, and she needed her trust, but the only thing she wanted was to pick the child up and run as far away as she could get.