The Woman in Red Laughs softly, at the mans assumption- but it is not an mocking laugh; it is an entertained laugh, an happy laugh. "Perhaps I am an Ghost- But I don't recall how I died. Perhaps you could remind me, and make me feel alive again?" The woman replies- and it is most certainly an woman. With an body like that- and the confident, feminine tone that emerges from the mask.<br/><br/>She tilts her head to the side, as he reaches to touch her. She's not used to people reaching to touch her- and indeed, the massive man is unlike almost anything she's seen before outside of tomes.. She's distracted for an moment, by her sister's ostentatious display- but looks back, interested in the huge wolf of an man before her. "Ah- if you wish to touch the mask feel free- but take care your hands do not wander from it." She says softly, intrigued by the mans boldness, and by the story that her costume apparently told. The red eyes behind the mask flash with interest, and her posture speaks of it- even if her face is hidden.