Cautiously relinquishing her grasp, the mom asks
“What?! Protect her from what!?!”
(oh god there's that feeling again...)
Without a moment’s hesitation I try my best to explain the situation.
“Look, ma'am, you're very scary, and we've been less then perfect in the past, but we're trying to make up for it.
There's some bad people after your daughter, and that w-”
The feeling of something crawling up my throat, stops my words dead in their tracks.