He jumps at the sudden voice. "Jesusfuck." he spins toward the owner of the voice, eyes a little wider than usual, a hand on his chest like that might calm the way his heart is jumping in his chest. "No need to do it any better, lady." He half-growls, annoyed at the interruption by someone who clearly is a ghost.

He moves over to the bed, to flop down onto it and start shuffling the cards he'd grabbed from the closet. "You're a lot less blood-soaked and shrieky than the usual suspects." He perks a brow at her.