"I see." She smiles. That seems like a natural impulse for a ghost. They're often lonely. Some of them retreat and don't want to be seen. Others seek out the company of the living, searching for some kind of bearable existence. She doesn't think she could be a ghost. No, when she dies she'll pass on as soon as she can. She won't linger. "We're very happy to have ghost representation this year. I wish you the very best of luck."