Ramona hesitates to answer, or even to say it's safe. Nothing familiar in these memories is really that familiar. Everything is just a little off-kilter.

"Not... quite," she says. But it really doesn't feel dangerous, or like she's about to be ambushed. Her grip on the bat slackens as she takes another few steps forward towards the figure, examining, careful. "All frozen," she relates, still not turning back to look at Viola. "Anything shiny in there?"