The mask obscures his face, and that... That's almost a relief. He looks more like she'd expect a daemon or a spirit to look, and not like a confused and angry boy. It wouldn't mean anything at all if she loosed her bow on him right now. He's just a monster, after all. She doesn't have to feel bad about it.

Her hand holds steady against her cheek. The arrow remains still, pulsing with faint radiant light.

"Wait. What do you mean by that? You can't just freak out about my name and then not tell me anything."

In the midst of this altercation, some of the ghosts have started gingerly drifting towards the door. This standoff is starting to kill the party vibe, and they can't very well have a good time like this.