"afraid of you?" he repeats, an eyebrow quirked upwards as he looks at her, an aura of boredom radiating off of him. "honey, why would i be afraid of you?" she should be afraid of him, if they're talking fears here. no, he understands why she would say that; she's got blood on her hands and clothes, absolutely drenched in it, but she's talking to the wrong person. she stumbled across the wrong person as he folds his arms across his chest and huffs out a laugh. "you look like that girl from that one movie- what's it called ?? oh yeah- Carrie. you look like Carrie. did you escape prom, too?" he's making a joke of the entire thing, he knows that, but it's downright hilarious to him. afraid of her ?? please. Calcifer isn't afraid of anyone, least of all some girl who tells him not to be afraid. as if someone covered in blood is going to frighten him- maybe some innocent bystander would be freaked out, but this is Calcifer we're talking about.
after a moment, Calcifer takes off his jacket and drapes it over the girl's shoulders, rolling his eyes in earnest. "you've got to be cold. why don't we get you cleaned up and back home, hm ?? you can tell me all about your adventures and what someone like you is doing out here in the middle of the night on the way."