There is in fact someone in the playground, hard to see in the dim light as he's shrouded in a long black cloak, crouched over by the merry go round itself, and his white mask is turned away from her. At the crisp sound of her high heels on the cement, though, he straightens up to a towering six and a half feet or more and half-turns towards her. His costume, if she might recognize it, is based strongly on this creature, and he seems to ooze unnaturalness-- a literal disquiet.

"I'm sorry, were you going to use this?" His voice is rough and raspy, but not ungentle. "I can leave. Though I don't think it will turn properly."