"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Laurence. I am Silas, and this little one is Camilla--I am...looking after her for a while."

He looked at the other two, wondering why such small girls would take such an unholy delight in the idea of blowing things up. Truly, this was a strange, strange place, and the parents, at least of the white-haired girl, ought to be shot.