She listened to him, looking up at his posture with great respect. After considering both the options she strapped on the little neck piece and flipped the little ankh just between her collarbones. Her hands were shaky, and when she lifted them up to look at them, she could see the armlong gloves fitting her perfectly.<br/><br/>"If we go trough that window, we will be trapped between the ghosts and undead monsters that seem to be -living- there." She blushed, realising she just had called out the undead as monsters, though strangely she didn't look at him as a monster. Hurrying herself towards the window, in which she saw him crouched and leaning on the wooden frame to take a better look.<br/><br/>"Not.. not that.. that you are a monster.. I mean.." She looked down at the graveyard, the howling noises of ghosts and monster alike gave her the creeps. Her skin-hairs raising from neck to toe. Suddenly they could hear a noise, footsteps of more then a few persons were coming towards them in a fast pace. The voice of angered humans raised trough the hallways behind the closed door.<br/><br/>"I think we should definitely leave now..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>