Even the most fake smile that could make life seem great go away made her happy. Any smile made her happy, because she loved smiles. Made the nightmares of her job go away. Made all of the pain she saw in her job less heavy. Sitting there she crossed a leg over the other and smiled, "Leona is a nice lady - even for a woman who is stoned most days." she giggled and stood, "Don't worry, once she kinda knows you, she will stop that." she stood and sat by him. Looking to the table her head lowered, "People at my old school used to pick on me for my gift. I'm glad I have someone who cares." she said and stood as a small child came in with an elderly woman and man. Looked like the child's grandparents. She pushed her hair back and crouched down before the child, "What brings you here little girl?" the girl ran behind the male. Looking up the man muttered in Japanese and she stood. Nodding she went to the table, "Seems you might be able to see the sister to the child... her death..." she looked down and sat in the chair, patting the table, "Come, I'll call your sister." the little girl climbed into the chair and stood in it looking to Viola. She gave a glance to her friend and then to the girl before closing her eyes, crossing her legs and began to chant. Softly to herself as she began to sing a soft song, the room growing dim as the floor caught mist. The ball glowed softly as a spirit began its travel to the world. Soon Viola slumped back into her chair and the soul pushed out of her, visible to all. A girl about ten in a night gown sat on the table, it was obvious her neck was broke from how it rested, a silver line of blood trailed over the corner her mouth, her wrists had burn marks of rope. Viola was out cold while the spirit used her to be there. Her body cold from what she was doing to help.