As she pondered that question the child suddenly stopped in her tracks and tugged lightly against Ghost's sleeve, looking up at him as she hesitated for a moment. A hand reached for the cloth that tied her bamboo muzzle together and as she gently pulled it off she inquired.
"Ar... yo ... strong, Mister Ghost?"
Her ability to articulate her words properly was still lacking clearly, no doubt due to the years she had been kept under the protection of the alchemical device that kept her rage restrained properly. But for now, all she could do was wait and hear his response.