Haley helped Jackob up then stepped back, nodding. She didn’t like his tone but she wasn’t about to tell him off; she hardly knew him. “[color=f6989d]Yeah. I am. Why…?[/color]” She asked slowly, trying to keep her voice even. Seeing him standing was more intimidating than Zoe if she was honest with herself.
	The Haunt watched Zoe, floating in the same place this time. It was sad that Zoe hadn’t yet reacted to it, though it assumed the girl was lost in thought about the outfit. It floated over and folded the corner of the outfit in on itself, just to try to get Zoe’s attention.