His mother, she assumed, and she smiled at the haunt, welcoming. Ever since Red, she'd been able to get more off the ghosts, and they seemed to get more off her. She hoped the reassuring smile would put the woman at ease, let her wander away from them.
She looked back at him, and she gave him a tired (but genuine) smile, closing her fingers around the hem of his shirt and tugging him into the apartment. The action gave him a glimpse of what she was normally like, even if it was still reserved (for her).
"That's an invitation, honey," she said, letting the door close behind him.