He doesn't move. Not yet, at least. There's no need to start a fight - he's pretty sure he could win, but even if this little girl isn't actually a little girl, he still doesn't really want to fight someone who looks like a little girl.

(He's never liked it when his Horror fed on the dreams of children.)

"Okay." Just calm and gentle, that's how he'll handle this. That's probably the best way... "I'm kind of curious how you moved those boxes, though. You don't have to tell me if you don't want." He's not getting any kind of reading off of her. No scent of blood, no crackle of electricity, nothing. It's as if she's totally human, but he's never met a human who can do something like that. Maybe a demon, but he knows what happens when he tries to pick up on those.