Sally giggled again and plopped on the floor. Her dress flayed out as she sat there laughing before hearing Kinjo sound so upset. Even if he explained what happened, Sally wouldn't have understood. She was only ten years old. The girl stood and went to the table, listening to him. Listening to him tell about Soria. Looking to teddy she giggled, "It's Sally." She then made a cute frowning pout as she watched something invisible to "normal" eyes move. The body closest to Kinjo, the one with a rope burn, jolted like it got smacked. Teetering it toppled over, landing two inches from Kinjo's foot. The woman's hair pooled all over her head and onto the floor. Her ghost had shoved it at Kinjo, annoyed at his creepy stare, which was more of a look of fear. Sally put her hands on her hips, staring at the direction the body had been sitting before hand. Almost like she was mentally scolding something.