The shadowed form had a posture of being almost alarmed, turning sharply on the young woman as she laughed. "You're not laughing at me?" He asserted harshly, but the laughter got worse as the red-haired girl shook her head.
"You — you! The Iroquois Point poltergeist! You, who's chased so many keepers out —"
He rounded on her threateningly. "Stop that!"
"I'm sorry—!" She tried to contain herself. "The accent — I just can't be intimidated by a Minnesota accent!"
I dunno. Maybe I write about it.
