Oh, the poor thing. How to explain that she was kidnapped? Oh, when Rose got her hands on the people who'd put her here, she'd strangle them on her own. She'd thought taking a sixteen year-old was bad, but a little girl?
Kneeling in the dirt with little regard for her denims, Rose smiled at the girl in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. She hadn't baby-sat since she was fifteen, but she did like kids. Just didn't have much experience with them was all. "I'm not sure where they are," she admitted. "But I'm sure they'll turn up soon. My name is Rose, maybe you can help me out till we find them?" Even if it would be a few days or a few weeks or... Ugh. She refused to believe they'd be trapped long enough to actually watch these kids mature.