Robert
*To be frank, Mevis would be caught offguard by the pale-looking girl in the rocking chair. Infact he would have goosebumps on his skin as he recalled all the ghost stories he had read involving ghosts in rocking chairs. It was the perfect setting thinking about it. A lone boy heading into a morgue in search for a killer, only to be led into an abandoned house possessed by a ghost. He didn't want to stick around for the ending of such a story, and would immediately leap back and run out the door, slamming it behind him. He would be breathing heavily trying to recollect himself. Did he actually see a ghost right now? From what he was told the caretaker was suppose to be a male, but inside was a female. He was pretty freaked out by this, but before running to the sheriff to inform him that the house by the morgue is haunted, he would peek inside to confirm once more that there really was a ghost inside*
Peggy
The girl would remain stoic for the most part, but would blink in confusion looking at Mevis' strange activity.

"What... Are you doing? You... Look as if you've seen a ghost?"
She would continue talking in that breathless, spaced out mannerism.
Robert
*Mevis would quickly slam the door again and take a deep breath. Ok, so there was a ghost in there. Or well, he though so at least. Seemed odd that the ghost would be asking if he saw a ghost if she wasn't one, but it could be that she hadn't realized what she was. Or Mevis was just being an idiot here, and she infact just a sickly woman living in a morgue for some reason... Scratch that, going over that thought mentally made him realize how stupid it sounded compared to her being a ghost. But she didn't seem hostile at least? Maybe he could get some information out of her. He would yell out through the door, too afraid to open it*

"Um, I think you are one? But you don't seem hostile I guess? I'm here to find the caretaker of the morgue. Have you seen him around here?"
Peggy
There is a moment of silence before the dumbfounded response comes, muffled by the door
"I'm... The caretaker... And not a ghost."
Robert
*Mevis would scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. She's the caretaker? And not a ghost? Seemed like a pretty terrible lie, so he couldn't see what she had to gain from it. Perhaps she wanted to lure him inside? Perhaps she could only consume his soul if he was inside the house? Mevis was starting to think his imagination was getting the best of him. However, her being the caretaker would contradict what he head earlier about the caretaker being a male... Could it be she was actually a he?* 

"Um, I apologize if this seems rude, but are you perhaps a male?" *He would ask a bit embarrassed about the question*