[ So many call her by her first name that she has quickly adjusted. She will likely always prefer the use of such proprieties, if only because a name was a thing to be treasured. However, in light of the circumstances, that all is a silly concern. ]

They are vengeful. Anger that comes from loss.

[ Standing with a smoothing of her skirt, she'll listen carefully, though not for any footsteps. Unlike the figments that chased her in the mall, these spirits—their death—she can sense. For now, there seem to be none immediately nearby. ]

So long as we avoid their sight, they do not seem as bothered by noises.