Third Person's POV:
As much as she wants to sooth the poor tiny quivering boy, coax him into trusting her and believing she only means well, unfortunately she have rather more important matters to deal with, first.
Like needing to get them both out of here before he comes for them.
"It's alright, I got you now. Trust me, please, you have to come with-"
From behind them and around the corner a sound of a door slowly creaking reached their ears before the telltale noise of shoes silently and slowly scraping against the thick layer of dirt caused them a frenzy of panic.
She hurriedly ran to the camera where it fell a few paces away. Getting out in one piece was important but this camera more essentially the feed in it was competing damn close.
Hastily she picked it up. To her horror the camera fell in pieces back on the floor making yet another sound, slightly smaller than the last one, still significant enough to pinpoint their exact location to a keen ear.
