A pause. Quiet shock. She hasn't started driving again, although her hand is on the gearstick. "So which particular spirit do you have a bone to pick with in that house, hm?" She poses the question as though there's no chance he would give enough of a shit about her to want to bother with this. "What, afraid I'll be too messy? What do you mean, for your sake?" Still quiet, but challenging all the way. Give me an answer I can accept.

   Jason levels her with a look that almost glows in the darkness pressing down around them.