"Boy, these guys are a bunch of dicks," came the probably not-so-familair tone of Mo from directly behind her. The spirit was leaning up against a wall, feet still about an inch or so off the ground as he picked idly at one black painted fingernail. Unlike before, he looked a little less 'alive' in person. Now his skin had an unhealthy hue and both the bags under his eyes and the skin of his lips held a cool blue tone. His eyes bounced back up to Kathrin as he walked forwards, leaning over to snatch the pink bunny off the table beside her (which, it should be noted, had also appeared there).<br/><br/>He worked to adjust the black stitching of one pink ear as he continued.<br/><br/>"Actually, I believe the technical term for collecting this many jerks in one house would be considered a bag of dicks. Whole gaggle of them." His gaze bounced up to her for a moment. "Especially that Luke guy and his little hellion he's got on a leash. Man," he went back to his task at hand, "wouldn't want to be in your position...not too good at picking friends, are you?...Or do you really get along with this freak show?"<br/><br/>Severely out of the loop, Mo had spent all his time slumbering on that shelf up until Kathrin had knocked him awake. An outsider to all that was going on, he got the jest of it thanks to the otherworld whispers, but it still looked like a pretty bleak assembly that had gathered here.<br/><br/>"Except," he added on a stray thought, "that Ehos guy. Boy, is he a hoot! You know he straight up melts into puddles if you scare him? I mean, melts. Like, cartoon shit, you know?" He snorted, "Great fun there."<br/><br/>With a deep 'breath' in, he lifted his gaze finally backed to her and tucked the stuff rabbit firmly back under one arm.<br/><br/>"So, what do we have here? Active and impending doom anywhere on the map? Bet not, right? I'm even imagining there are no signs, no indications...am I hitting a vein here?" Wide smile spreading across his once youthful face, the playful (and arguably spiteful) spirit watched Kathrin with a knowing gaze. Withholding information had been a specialty of his while alive, and nothing had changed much now. The man obviously knew something, but he hadn't yet been inclined enough to share exactly what that something was.