Nervously, slowly, with her ears and tail twitching a bit, she placed her had on the stranger's arm. She'd never really trusted the living; and she wasn't about to. A gust of wind blew and her hair and dress flitted about. Not wanting to have to give her name in return, she didn't ask for the name of the stranger. He may haved her, but he was still a stranger and potentially a threat, nonetheless.