[Faith follows her gaze and understands, at least partially. Her assumption is a parent, overprotective enough to give an order not to stray. Though children will be children. Few hold to that admonition, now don't they?]

Well, I know no one from the shops would mind. Is there someone [because it could be a servant, too, she considers, even if those seem in short supply here, tasked with watching the girl] you need to ask? Or you need me to ask? Just so they know you're in good company.