Gretel pegged the girl with a reactive gaze, instantly sizing her up as friend or threat; it didn't take more than a heartbeat, noting the genuine look of concern. The stick in the girl's hand, however, also had her immediate attention. It didn't look like the wands she knew, but she sure as hell held it like one.
"We are," Gretel said, a little cautiously. Subconsciously she shifted weight, leaning her body more between Hansel and their greeter. "My name is Gretel- this is my brother, Hansel."