'I could try hitting you,' is what she almost says, but she reins in her temper. Tries to, anyway. Her blunt nails sink a little deeper into her arms when she realizes...they stuck her with a kid. A clean-cut good-looking kid, but still obviously a lot younger than her. More worrisome, why are the hairs on the back of her neck starting to prickle...?

"How old are you?" she shoots point blank, jerking her chin at him indicatively. She'd made it this far without landing in jail, and she wasn't going to take any chances just because someone dumped her in a closet with a ridiculously sturdy and well-crafted door.

What she should be asking is whether or not he's dead, but she's trying to figure him out. If he's a ghost, he sure doesn't look like the ghosts she's dealt with in the past. He looks normal for one, and corporeal for another.