Tell them to go back to Keiko.

"Dammit," you mutter as you let go of the girls' wrists. "Go back and get her dressed. I'll distract the man!"

You watch Connie and Loretta immediately rush back to the abandoned picnic table before you make your way through the bush to the dirt path, partially obscured by small trees and bush.

"Keiko!" yells a 50-something-year-old Japanese man standing on the circular concrete sidewalk. He spots you approaching. "Excuse me, sir. Have you seen a young Japanese girl? I have lost my daughter."

"I'm sorry I haven't," you say with your best poker face.

"Where does that path go?" asks Keiko's father, curiously looking past you. You hope the girls aren't behind you trying to find their way back to the sidewalk by the dirt path.