It doesn't take finely tuned senses to notice that he's very much no longer alone in the woods. And then a twig snaps nearby, drawing his attention immediately to... her.

Walter has never seen a ghost before, not a real one, but that woman is definitely not of the living. It's not the skin or the hair or the rags. Those could be fake. He just knows as soon as he sees her.

He's very careful when he moves to approach her. He's not stupid enough to believe for a second that she could be entirely harmless - despite not having been sure if there was anything out here at all a moment ago. He came all this way to this stupid lodge when he heard about this. He's gonna try and talk to the ghost, he has to.

"Uh..." He trails of for a very long moment. "...Hi?"