And she stared back. It occurred to her that maybe he couldn't hear her—skeletons don't have ears, right?—or maybe he couldn't talk. But maybe they could communicate anyway.

The important question had to be asked. "Y-you're"—she points at Frau—"not"—she shakes a finger back and forth—"here"—she points to the floor—"to..."—she hesitates, and makes a grabbing gesture—"take anyone, are you?" She indicates the two boys in their beds, and gives Frau a worried look. That's all she's worried about, really. Don't take them away from me. Please.