Hearing his name prompts Ghoul to make a sound of acknowledgement, although he doesn't immediately look up. He remains where he has been for the last little while, hunched over a counter and messily scribbling in a tiny notebook. There are a few pieces of hardware scattered around him, as well- he's working on something warehouse-related, apparently. Probably a list of fixes, plans, and materials needed, and it's obviously kind of involved.

But he stops, lifts his head, and shrugs at her question. Is he busy? Yes. "Not really." He's never too busy for one of his own... and a brain-break would be nice. After dropping his pen, he leans his upper half against the counter, stretching his arms out in front of himself like a cat unfolding. "What's goin' on?"

A little too late, he realizes that maybe he should have brushed her off after all. She looks and sounds kind of serious, and he worries that maybe The Conversation is about to sneak up on him. Y'know, the same one he's been skillfully avoiding.