Quint looked at the small girl ghost with a bemused smile. 

"I'm not here to hurt you, miss." He said in a voice with tones like honey and whiskey, fresh grass and the earth underneath. "I simply noticed your distress, and wondered as to the cause?"

He paused for a moment, looking over the terrified little waif. What he felt was half pity for the girl and half rage against whoever had tormented such a young one so grievously as to cause her an uneasy death.

"I'm not a monster. I'm a friend." As Quint spoke, a flicker of light like a ghostly lantern, brilliant and blue, flashed through his eyes.