Dark cloak? Mystery woman? Well, she was a ghost before coming here so ominous any mysteriously spooky things were sort of her jam? This lady was being kind enough to check on her, but at the same time she also wasn't entirely sure what to make of her.

"I... I am new here, yes." Pico was also rather fearless since the only thing worse than dying was living, and she was already doing that. No matter how suspicious Caster might be, Pico wasn't likely to be intimidated by appearances alone. "I'm also very alone here. I don't have anyone from back home here."

As if hearing that and feeling slightly insulted, a small pink squirrely paw pokes out from under Pico's hat, and taps the girl on the head a few times. "Oh... except for Squeek-ems."