[ Right as she's about to give her name in return, he's already plowing ahead. Making a face, she shuts her mouth, crossing her arms under the blanket. Rude.

But no. It's fine. In fact, it'll probably be fun to keep him hanging on for her name. Thanks, Pete, having this power is great! He'll be desperate for her name before she knows it!

She grins, looking far too pleased with herself for no discernible reason. Now that she's getting warmed up, it's even easier to be a pest. ]

What normal human is interested in death that much, even in a place like this? It's not like they'd go looking around for it-- [ Cue this face, then a glare. ] Hey! I have self-preservation! More than I used to...

[ Grumbling, she looks away. So much for being a pest. Like, way to remind her of all those times she ran into deaths because of various levels of low self-preservation. Or...just for the sake of feeling something other than emptiness. Funny how she's ended up cuddling ghosts, then, isn't it? ]

You've had a hangover, right? [ Muttering something that can't be heard, she curls up into a sullen ball. ] Imagine that, it just keeps getting worse. And if you're really lucky, you get a scar. Happy now?