The young girl looked up at the pair over the top of her arms and blinked a few times. They didn't look like monsters, they looked more like the angels than that. Maybe her prayers had been heard but it was different.
Maybe this was a trap. She didn't know.
She uncurled her hands from her knees, better to be ready to fight, she was cornered after all. She put her hand to her hip where she had hidden her trusty shard of glass, although in the rags and tatters she was wearing, it glinted obviously in the dim light. Annie leaned slightly forward towards them, trying to inspect them both. She didn't appear to recognise either and shook her head softly.
But she was hungry, she was desperate, she was tired. She had no reason to not trust the angels before and they all looked different. Slowly, tentatively and cautiously she crawled towards them all the while stopping every few inches to check that they weren't trying to grab her or had changed.