"Teasing," Lenore assures her, taking a seat on a bench nearby to make herself even less threatening, though she looks the mouthy child over with intrigued skepticism. "Still a little bit cranky about being categorized as a monster, though. I've seen real monsters a little too recently, the mindless gruesome violence sort. I survive on animal blood. Some people here transform. No one in Nocwich eats people--well, that I know of. I have heard that sometimes humans eat other humans, which seems pretty monstrous, so I hope you're not one of those humans."

Can humans be trusted? Jury's still out. Recent experience speaks to no.