[ She blinks, and then... he has to go and say that, and suddenly her train of thought is derailed again. ]

Wait... so, if you were dead, you wouldn't rest? You'd want to be a ghost? [ This probably isn't what he meant. And yet, here they are. Surrounded by spooky things outside and talk of ghosts on the inside. Nice. ] I can get that. I'd probably want to be a ghost, too. And of course I'm gonna worry about you.