"Voices in the dark, hands reaching out." She gives him a vague, distant smile. Across from her, a pair of ghostly pale fingers curl along the edge of the bar. "That sort of thing. It's not hard to tell, if you listen."

And she's very good at eavesdropping. Perhaps less so in this place, where she'll be marked as a stranger no matter what she does, but it's important to keep an open mind and absorb any information that comes. No telling what might be important later on.

She rests her chin on her palm, watching him. Dressed nicely, isn't he? Hmm. Not like her, with her brother's big coat and it's collage of patches and pins, or the heavy, magnetized work boots that are currently scuffing marks into the wood of the bar. Given the choice, she would have put a dress on, something unobtrusive and shapeless. But she died in her work clothes and there's no helping that, though at least she can zip her brother's coat closed over the bloodstains on her undershirt.

Can't have people wondering about that.

Now, who is she going to be for this man?

Distant and vaguely dangerous, she decides, and smiles ever so slightly. Careful not to show teeth. "But remember, the afterlife comes with alcohol. Not so bad after all, hmm?"