[They're an odd little pair together. They look like they're in cahoots, at least, seeming to each be the right mixture of monster and child to appear more-or-less related. He drops his arms quickly at his sides to demonstrate that he absolutely means her no harm, his brow furrowing when she points her index finger directly at him.

Well. That didn't make much sense. But she wasn't laughing, and she wasn't chasing him or whispering hurtful things.]

Me. It's me. Who are you? Are you from the house before?