Oh, good, she's not angry or scared! He didn't think she'd be scared, actually, she seems pretty comfortable with the dead, but he doesn't need anyone mad at him. Being deceased is actually pretty peaceful; he's not sure he'd want to go back to living full-time if it were offered, but this time of year he gets bored. And sometimes he remembers bad things that happened to him, and looking for something positive is the best way to keep dark thoughts from getting the best of him.

He doesn't want to be an angry or vengeful spirit, see. Just himself. Weird in death as he was in life.

He can't exactly return her smile. His face is stuck with limited mobility, but the firefly-eyes blink expressively. He ducks his head, friendly and abashed, and takes her hand without hesitation. His is gloved, but feels very bony beneath. He's not 100% sure what's going on, but he can tell he can trust her. He nods in response to her question, following wherever she leads, but taps his throat with his free hand. Talking aloud isn't going to come easy, if at all.

Although, he wasn't much of a talker in life, either.

He seems to be able to shape words in the mist though, and waves his free hand again lightly: Hi! I'm Curtis. Perf weather, thank you.


((I'm just voicetesting this little dude and this seemed like the best possible opportunity. <3 ))