The corner of Kitty's mouth turned up in a smirk. Interesting. Regan fixed her gaze on Katya again, swayed slightly to keep her calm. "She's darling," she said. "And I love the ghost aesthetic--but listen, we can keep this cute. Either you get your creepy friends out of my face, or those wolves standing by the room there--" she nodded toward the pack of large, rabid animals scratching and pushing violently against the door, "Will blow the door down and eat the cute little piggy inside, and then they'll eat you." Her smile grew cold. "But believe when I say," she cooed at the baby in her arms. "I don't want to cause them any harm."