Theo arched an amused eyebrow at her chirping, but he'd gathered that she was somewhat inclined towards nerves over the phone. He was rapidly building an image of her as a spirit who didn't know much about the details and various rules around magic and the supernatural. Did it even matter much to a spirit? Beyond being named, and salt, what could hurt them beyond a well placed banishing? Even that didn't always stick.
“The stain on the wall,” he began, gesturing with a hand to the door leading back into the apartment. “That you?”
“The stain on the wall,” he began, gesturing with a hand to the door leading back into the apartment. “That you?”