The barbarian regards the large yellow ball with a flat, narrow-eyed gaze. She'd been around and seen a lot; this was not any race that she was aware of, though the creature's mouth was... impressively sized for its size. Haughtily, she declares, "I do not spook." With a little wrinkle of her nose, she decides that it wasn't worth mentioning all the times she'd been, let's say, 'aggressively worried' about things. Those weren't actually fear. Fear was for meals. "But I will see what your... haunted house... has to offer," she concedes. "Are you the ghost?"