She had to take a deep breath. Two, in fact, before she was able to speak again. Because all she saw was red. The red of blood, the red of fire, the red of destruction. Con if you would, the stupid deserved it, but little kids were OFF LIMITS. And while she didn't know who the kid was... she knew Sawyer.

That southern-fried-asshole.

Still, Trixa managed to keep her temper under check, for the kid, and now despite her earlier misgivings, she pulled the little boy into a hug. How could she not?

"If you can't find him, kiddo, I will. And I'll tell him myself if I have to." While holding his feet to a fire, if she had her way.