[The melancholy atmosphere of nighttime in Violet suited Astrid just fine. She had been studying the doors herself, and while company was a bit of a surprise it wasn't unwelcome.

The teen had a rather otherworldly air about her, even disconnected from her home and the Void. She had an ashen pallor, and light swirled behind her eyes. She was holding herself very deliberately, as well, as though she were wearing her body rather than truly inhabiting it.]

I'm not certain they're truly ghosts. It may simply be shorthand for energy beings that are hard to classify.

[She nodded at the invitation, and pulled one of the balls from her belt.]

Lead the way. I don't have many ghosts of my own, and I'm fascinated to learn more about them.