"They're tattoos," he muttered, keeping his voice low. He liked the quiet, subdued sound of it in this empty place, all of the animatronics and soundtracks turned off for the night, just the two of them when it came to their breaths and voices.
"I work here. I'm one of the haunts," Charlie said, tightening his arms across himself a little. "I'm not really seen a lot unless I want to be."