Ringer nods, helping to confirm the location. The ghost is apparently free to wander the streets as she sees fit, which is new information. It's a touch unnerving, to think someone unseen might be able to follow someone. On the other hand, that could also make for an amazing ally. Without any motive other than to learn more, the girl looks over and returns the book in her hand to its place on the shelf.

"Not at all. I'm sorry I reacted so strongly. I'm not used to ghosts." A sincere admission. "May I accompany you to find your friend? I'd need to travel through doors, but I can be quick. I would appreciate the opportunity to get to know you."

A pause, then she offers her hand, not sure if ghosts can shake. "My name's Ringer."