Beetlejuice wasn't listening. He was remembering. He remembered a familiar voice the day he fought his mom. A familiar, if not blury, visage. Sure, he might have had a concussion. But he was fairly certain.
"You where there," he said softly, then turned back on the cat with a vicious look, "You were at the facility! You caused this! You hurt Lydia!" The demon dog lunged at the cat, ready to tear it into pieces.