He laughed at her question, a honest laugh. "Oh no. You never guess a woman's age. Though I would say late teens, if I had to guess." But even late teens seemed young to own a cafe. Early 20's seemed young to him though. Not 'young' as in too young but more just 'young' to be successful in a business. "It's admirable though, that you have a place of your own like that."

It was a bit of a s ad existence, but he was glad to have Klaus at least and not stuck as a wandering ghost all alone. Some things were hard enough on their own, he was sure being a ghost would be one of those things.

She wasn't the only one that heard it though. He was moving fast down the hall when she might have felt him jerk in a stumbled step for a moment. Head turning as if to hear where the sound was coming from. "Uh..." He said, but then looked forward again to the door.

It wasn't getting any closer, and the carpet was no longer just puddles, but soaked clear through. His steps were giving a squish in ever movement. "This is... getting weird. I mean it was already weird, but this is getting ridiculous now." He couldn't sit her down either. There was no where dry at all that he could see. "The door doesn't seem to be getting any closer at all..."