Hey, if you want to do some independent ghost research that much, be my guest. Not like I can stop you... Unless you plan on studying me directly, I guess. In which case I reserve the right to kick your ass for being a creep.

[She's only teasing, perfectly comfortable herself—but there's another strange, contradictory surge of unease beneath those words that seems beyond her control. Her thoughts are somehow layered, too, for a moment, as if some primal instinct is speaking to his curiosity directly:

Don't. Don't look at me. I'll kill you.

Somehow, it sounds more like a warning than a threat.]