Rorschach's been manifesting more as of late. He can't figure out why it's suddenly become easier but he's glad it has. Standing there in silence watching everyone in the house go about their business was dreadfully dull. At least when he manifested, they occasionally paid attention to him.

He's so used to just going through people that he doesn't give it a second thought when a girl nearly bumps into him. (Woman, he supposes, but old as he's become, everyone looks young to him.) He stares at her from behind his distinctive mask, blots moving slowly around in parallel streaks across his cheeks and eyes. Even though he's short, between the mask, trench coat, hat, and general looming presence, Rorschach manages to seem bigger than he is.

Being new, it's possible she hasn't heard about the resident ghost yet. He could make a good first impression. He's never been good at those. Or talking to people in general. But Ghoul's idiotic words have been rolling around in his mind. He needs to start forming connections with people if he ever wants to interact with the world again. He doesn't speak, but one hand encased in purple leather motions for her to follow him. He'll lead her to the kitchen.