"M-My name's not 'kid'! It's Scootaloo!" She took a deep breath, trying to quell the bombs going off in her chest, the piston that refused to quiet down as she focused on the strange ghost's face. Their eyes stared into each other, two with a simple look of neutrality, while the other two were filled with indignant rebellion, a fierce aggression towards the spirit of Death. "I'm not going yet..."