Language. Bella frowned at the boy's words, though she was still on edge. He wasn't like the other child she had seen that time, so that was still a good thing, but ... but they had to be careful. She couldn't afford to get hurt tonight, especially when she hadn't even meant for this to happen.

When Lana stepped closer, she jumped, instantly worried. "D-don't get too close! Don't let him touch you!" It was getting sufficiently colder the closer he got, and even though she wasn't exactly sure he was even the same thing that child had been, she didn't want to risk it. Especially when the child started to scream, and she had been practically incapacitated by those horrible thoughts and memories -

Suddenly, "Jane" (though she still didn't want to call her that, augh.) was jumping in front of her, and Bella couldn't help but blink in surprise. It was almost like she wasn't afraid anymore? Had something happened in that small amount of time?

"We ... uh, were," Bella responded to the ghost boy, frowning. "Why? Should we not?"