Stephen was fuming now. Appearing COMPLETELY white in front of her. "I SAID GET OUT! NOT GO MAKE DINNER IN MY KITCHEN!" He yelled at her. Moving the chair so it hit her in the knees and she fell into it. Things flying around in his ghostly rage. "You dumbass! I'm a ghost but I'm a powerful one! Do I look like the damn wind to you?! Do I you stupid moron!" He snapped. He was pissed and even more so that she had WALKED right THROUGH him. He was the ghost! Not her! Though if he allowed himself to admit it, which he didn't, that is how she was able to do so. He backed up a step. His sword upon his back and his clothes flour white and medieval.