"Sixteen? What does sixteen have to--" Miles paled. Franziska paled. Lang paled.

"Lang. Let her go," Franziska said commandingly, and the Interpol agent backed down.

"'Lang Zi says: the wolf who gets between mother and cub does so at his own peril.'" Swish-crack! "Aiya!"

"Do I look old enough to be her mother? Cease your prattling of proverbs," Franziska snapped at him, before returning her attention to the girl. "Child, what's your name?"