[She stands there, clothes dripping as she glares down at him. She's mad, but seeing him in that state lessens the edge. She chucks the crowbar and stalks in.]
Not a ghost.
[Now that she's in she turns to go looking for dry clothes. You've got some around here somewhere, right Max? Since this is where you technically live? She disappears long enough to ferret out his wardrobe and returns, settling down on the ground and fitting herself between the seat and the console. True to her word she doesn't make a sound, but fits herself near enough to him to console her own madness.]
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Not a ghost.
[Now that she's in she turns to go looking for dry clothes. You've got some around here somewhere, right Max? Since this is where you technically live? She disappears long enough to ferret out his wardrobe and returns, settling down on the ground and fitting herself between the seat and the console. True to her word she doesn't make a sound, but fits herself near enough to him to console her own madness.]