He perked up a little at her chuckle. At this point, Beetlejuice was pretty sure he [i]existed[/i] to make this kid laugh. It was so rare, and always special. Like a zombie unicorn. Unfortunately, these days, it never lasted for long. He watched her outburst, a little proud of how much of his temper she'd gotten from him. 

He frowned as she drew in on herself, and reached over to rub her back comfortingly. Some day, Beetlejuice was going to get them out of here. And hell could only help the rank pieces of shit that dared to make his kid cry. 

"No," A woman wearing a labcoat answered. "As of right now, we have no way of telling when the entity is in the room."

"The entity is [i]always[/i] in the room. Per safety protocol." A man in a plain, gray suit approached the door. He peered in the window, watching the girl with a callous expression. "We have orders to take the girl and the entity for an espionage. Ensure that she is properly restrained." He spoke to the two guards behind him.