"Yes." That's probably not what she's supposed to say to that, but she's out of sorts enough right now that she doesn't remember how to actually respond to people. Not that she retained much of that since her death. The way he says that is odd. It's hard for her to imagine anyone sounding excited to see a ghost, and yet.

She's too busy staring at him in confusion to realize what he's doing until he's touching her. She jumps slightly, or maybe it's more of a flinch. That's... that's definitely not something she expected. She's startled enough that some of her hair wraps around his arm without her meaning it to. It just... does things sometimes. She blinks stupidly down at her hair for a moment. Now what?

There's a small part of her that considers tightening her grip and breaking his arm. The part of her that's angry all the time. But... she doesn't actually want to do that. He keeps badly startling her, but so far he seems to mean well. "I..." It's getting easier to talk, but it's still... not something she's used to doing anymore. "Why are you..." Why are you touching me? Why are you out here? Why aren't you afraid? She has a lot of questions for him that start with why.