[Mary totally isn't scared! It's totally okay, being a little creeped out. And she definitely isn't ignoring Ochako. She's never terribly talkative and enjoys being around chatter. Ochako fills the silence nicely, and Mary can just reply when she needs to.

Following her inside the house, she flicks on the flashlight immediately, just because it seems like that's what is expected of her by the staff.]

That sounds a little exciting. Maybe frightening, if I was a lot younger. But I've always-

[She gives a start, standing straight upright and whirling around like a bristling cat. Her eyes are wide and ready to give a shriek when she sees that...ridiculous mask. And then she goes even more rigid, trying hard not to break into laughter.]

Oh...my...god. Is that dog fur glued to a body suit...?