[She's much more mature and kinder than he ever was, teasing her about losing her body and being a ghost and all. It's more than he deserves, really. The irony isn't lost on him. He's only glad that she's too kind to rub salt in his wounds.

Doesn't mean he won't get a bit huffy at the suggestion of basically running away from the problem.]

It might be, but I can't just up and let a bunch of noises drive me out like some scared child.

[Taking his hand back, he rubs it on his pants to get the moisture off before shoving both into his pants pockets.]

Besides, I wanted to ask for your help. My jersey's gone missing and I think I know what happened to it - there's been a clothes thief running around lately and all the information I've got points to a tree in the wilds. I was wondering if you're up for helping me tackle the asshole.

[He turns to look at her expectantly, hopefully. He has faith she could hold her own in a fight.]