Of course, out of all the individuals in the room, the one that appeared the most alien to Nancy spoke up to her.
How some metallic monk that crawled, or rather hovered, out of one of those crazy sci-fi movies was here was beyond the Wheeler. Granted, many things were beyond the honor student. Resting her hands inside the pockets of her scarlet jacket, she let her baseball bat rest on her right shoulder. Propping her left foot up against a wall of mold, Nancy took one deep breath.
"I guess Halloween parties don't count, huh? No, I haven't." Nancy attempted at some twisted humor, the soft-spoken individual forcing a fake smile. Occasionally leaning over to peak at the claustrophobic hallways of this mundane house, the Wheeler looked fidgety and anxious. "I...I am not sure. I saw Wanda in my dreams, I saw her in that dark place. I remember running from a monster, and th-then I woke up here. My friend, she has to be here somewhere. Not here, b-but also here." Nancy tried to explain, her own mind either playing tricks or hinting at something greater and terrible. How the rest of this group had not descended into madness was beyond the suburbia princess.
"Hey, they aren't any ghosts here kid. Just...chill, yeah? We got you. I'll beat em' up for you." Nancy tried to reassure the youngest of the group, despite wondering if there were any phantoms lurking in the shadows. Being reminded of her baby sister and brother, Nancy kept her vigil, secretly hoping her family was okay.
"Kyoko, how goes it? Anything important?" Nancy tried to ask above the fairly crowded kitchen, always feeling as if they aren't alone in this hellhole.