Vaguely. She answered Mal with an irritable lilt. A huff. He though ye were that damned ghost. Which I'm guessin' felt the need t'offend all of us wit' unhelpfully opaque advice jus' now. Would it have hurt anyone to let them know what they were meant to be fleeing? Unless this newcomer was the danger, as she suspected, and was playing dumb. In which case, the ghost was welcome to speak up again at any time, and clarify things.

But of course it wouldn't.

She turned eyes green as a stormlit sea on the boy, and used a paw to point at the door, Guǐ. (鬼, Ghost/Sinister Plot/Damnable.)

Then pat the wooden floorboards, Wǒmen de. (我们的, Ours.) She nudged her snout toward Mal, then let her gaze sweep the inn, indicating a dual possession.

Finally she sat and placed the paw on her fish, warning, Zhè shì wǒ de. (这是我的, This is mine.)

He'd greeted her in an easier tongue earlier. How well did he speak it? Or... anything else? Yīngyǔ ma? Rìyǔ ma? (英语吗? 日语吗?, English language? Japanese language?)