She looks at Trevor. "I did speak to ghosts. And I do NOT hallucinate." she says. And stabs the stew with the spoon and then eats some more. "I didn't believe in magic or anything until recently. So just who are you to diss on the possibility that it was real?" she demands. Glaring at him.She sighs and listens to him. He wouldn't care or listen. This was beginning to seem pointless. She looks at Ren. "Um...okay. Night Ren." she says softly. Turning back to Trevor. She looks at him. "Huh?" she had no idea what he meant. She shrugs it off. Going to the bed and climbs onto the sheets. Laying with her back to the couch. Staring at the wall. Just thinking over the events. She wakes early and goes into the kitchen. Finding some eggs and bacon and seasonings...she makes bacon and egg omelets.