[ At Mary's approach, Scarlett has to work to keep the smile from pulling wide at her lips, the infinitesimal twitch of her lips at least enough to suggest that she's not sorry for the company. At least not when it's in the form of Mary.
Despite her attempt to follow what's being discussed, her gaze does drift down to the little girl beside her. A real smile touching her lips now as she can see the way Mary is mirroring her own stance. Dress her in black and strap a couple of bowie knives to her back, and she really would be a miniature version of Scarlett. ]

I'm thinking... that it's interesting to see who wants to help versus who wants to be in charge. [ Honest? Yep. Probably a bit much for a child Mary's age to understand? No doubt, but Scarlett made a point of not lying, regardless of age.

She crouches down to be more on Mary's level, her elbows resting on her knees as from this far back, she can still see everyone clearly. ]

Have you ever met the one who called the meeting?