Kristen sat happily with the girl. Every so often, she hoped undetected, she would scoot a little closer to the girl. She wasn't sure what was making her so bold...perhaps her afternoon with Bushara had rubbed off on her a little bit.
Even though she had seen the movies before she let out a few gasps at particularly scary moments, usually when Michael Myers would jump out. She kept her hand easily accessible for if Fred decided to take it.