Barracks

The catgirl just stares perplexedly at the strange sight before her for a couple moments, lips still frozen around the last syllable they formed as she watches the creature get back to it's feet. Well, that was a relief at least; she didn't really want to touch it, much less help it to it's feet.
Wait... this thing was definitely sentient. Was that racist of her?
Whatever, she could concern herself with the moral scruples of an unfavorable disposition towards new species that were completely alien from the ones she was used to later. Right now, she should probably just try to humor this ugly grub in a costume she didn't recognize.

"I, uh, don't have any candy to give you...." Blanche apologizes a little bashfully. I mean, she really didn't expect trick-or-treaters at VIGIL of all places, least of all this early. A shame too, that costume was kinda adorable.