Pursing her lips and none too fond of the attention that they're starting to attract from the other restaurant-goers, Faye reaches out and clasps one hand around his wrist in hopes of tugging him out into the street. Her face flushes slightly, a potential flare of embarrassment for the mistake she might have just made.

"If you think that I have any interest in either kidnapping or hurting a child like you, you've completely misread me," Faye grits. "But if you're aren't the chump I'm looking for, then you're going to help me find him."