Wyatt turned with the blow, not especially painful, but surprising. Twisting back, he blinked at her, eyebrows cocked.

"Hello to you too." Snorting, smiling, he rolled his shoulders, resettling his pack with a little jingle of zippers. "We've come for the kids. Ya don't happen to have any of 'em on ya, do ya?"

There was a twinge of regret there at the end, his voice dropping just slightly. Sorry that it was just the kids they'd come for. That she, and the rest, would have to stay.