[His ears did indeed pick up the small "hellos" amongst the cries and screams of children, but the screams proved themselves far more pressing a priority.

However, with the door kicked open, and naught to be found of what he expected, his attention does fall to the small form that flirts with being recognizable, but doesn't quite reveal itself fully.]

Ghosts? Is that where the screaming originated?

If you are not a ghost, then who and what are you? Cease your hiding within the shadows.

[Maybe there were nicer ways to ask these things, but Estinien cares little for tact.]