The Subject is having fun, but honestly it's almost too much fun. Too crowded, too noisy. She pops outside quietly, one hand hugging her Brownie camera to herself, the other hand holding up an old fashioned umbrella to keep her out of the rain.

Her expression is obviously worried as she looks out into the storm and the dark forest beyond. She doesn't notice the Ghost for now, but unknowingly ends up standing right next too him, way within the bounds of personal space.

It's just a bird after all right?