"She wants to know our name." The three men now on the street exchange looks and then all give Becky a smile before they speak in unison. "Pontycrythal. Now all you need to do is give you ours, and then we can be proper friends, can't we?"
They all give a cheery laugh, which is echoed by others starting to arrive. There are now at least ten within sight of Becky, slowly heading her way. "We live here. We're the residents. Did you want to move in? Because we'd have the -perfect- place for you to live."
Another of the identical townspople nods. "Should we show her? Once she sees it, well, she'll stay with us, won't you?" He nods at Becky.
At that point the awful howling stops, the world going deathly quiet. The men around Becky don't react in the slightest however.