Following Josie's lead, Jean stood as well, slinging his bag back over his shoulder. He listened to what Katie had to say about the homeowner wanting to meet them first. It was understandable, no one wanted to think that they were going crazy, especially when it came to spirits -- that could just be dangerous. As well as them being strangers who claimed they could help with this problem, most people saw them as crazy, nevermind the people they worked for.<br/><br/>Jean nodded.<br/>"Ready as I will ever be." He smiled despite how he felt, this is what he worked for after all. He had to be confident for both himself and the team, he had to know what he was doing, even when he didn't. "Will we all drive, or take one car?" He didn't mind driving if the others didn't want to, but if the others felt more comfortable driving themselves he wasn't going to intrude. Everything he thought he would need was on him already, sure he had extra stuff but until he figured out what they were dealing with he couldn't be sure what exactly they would need. Quietly he muttered a few words of protection for the team before they set off, for all he knew it would be too late to do so when they actually got there depending on what they were facing. His fingers ran over the smooth wood of his amulet in his pocket, feeling the ridges and inscriptions of the well known figures.<br/><br/>He was ready to help this woman who seemed in desperate need for there help. The poor woman was scared of her home, her family was likely terrified, and the whole thing was new to all of them. Going from a skeptic to maybe believing in the paranormal was never easy for anyone, even long time believers. Heck, Jean had times when he just wished he didn't know some of the things he did and that he could just go back to believing what he could see in the land of the living. But other times he was grateful, it meant he could help people struggling with this sort of thing.<br/><br/>Jean was starting to feel antsy the longer they waited, it wasn't a foreign feeling but never comfortable when it happened. He shifted his weight on his feet, drumming the fingers of one hand on his leg lightly.