She tilts her head and her neck cracks loudly. "It?" Does he mean something here specifically, or just... something supernatural? Either way, she guesses he got his answer.

The hair around his arm coils a little tighter. Not in a threatening way. It just... hold on more securely. She doesn't know why. "You aren't afraid of me." It doesn't quite come out as a question... because it isn't really. If he's frightened at all, he's doing a very good job of hiding it.