A fellow medium? Interesting…odd but not uncommon. A glance at the location from whence the chatting came told her all she needed to know, as she could clearly see the back of the brawler’s ghost seated there. She would have dealt with him in the past but he wasn’t harming anyone - never had and never would, at least not here - and there were too many people around beside. She turned back to her drink and rested her right arm upon the bar, the purple finger nails dangling over the edge of it facing her and her left elbow upon the table as she sipped her drink.<br/><br/>Curiosity, sadly, got the best of her as she finished that drink. She pondered it for a moment before setting her glass down and heading to the bathroom as well. She could almost feel the look a man gave her as she walked in, probably having not realized that she had been born biologically male. She usually went into the women’s bathroom but this was a special occurrence. She stepped into the stall, closing and locking the door behind her; the bloke who could apparently see ghosts was just on the outside of the stall’s wall. She hiked up her skirt, lowered her black briefs, and sat down. After a moment, she spoke.<br/><br/>“There’s quite the rumor flying about out there,” she said.<br/><br/>Her voice was clearly feminine but with subtle masculine overtones. While she’d grown up doing gymnastics and ballet, her martial arts training having begun in her teens, it was only a couple of years ago that she’d gone through voice training to make herself sound more feminine. It helped her a lot more than she’d thought it would when she’d first started it.<br/><br/>“People are saying you can see spirits,” she continued.<br/><br/>Her tone wasn’t mocking in the slightest, not like those of the people beyond the bathroom. It was a serious, yet casual tone she used as she rested her arms upon her knees. Her eyes stared down at the purple polish upon her toe nails, a colour that matched precisely that with which she’d painted her finger nails, but she wasn’t really looking at them; she was actually focusing more on whether the man at the urinal beyond the stall in which she now sat, taking a piss, was going to answer or ignore her. The fact that she used the term "spirits" instead of "ghosts" was another indicator that this wasn't an attempt to poke fun at him. At least, she hoped it was understood as such.