Daniel followed Michelle's gaze, somewhat surprised to find his arsenal sitting relatively untouched within the corner of the room - almost like the force that tore through the room with so much rage wanted to give it as wide a berth as possible. Even the book was stacked neatly on top of the bag, looking none the worse for wear for being left in the middle of a veritable maelstrom of furniture.<br/><br/>As Michelle spoke his attention returned to her, almost visible wincing at the question he had hoped wasn't going to be coming. It was always a difficult one to answer, although on reflection it probably wasn't as hard to answer this time considering what they had both undergone together. 'I'm... well... think of me as a vigilante ghost hunter. Theres a lot of us, many of whom work in organised groups of one sort or another... We keep our eyes and ears peeled for this sort of thing, and then try to do what we can to help...'<br/><br/>He fell silent for a moment, studying the look upon the girls face. His instinctive reaction was to say no - like he'd said several times before when he was asked this sort of question, and if he didn't think she would only go and attempt to do something silly on her own he would have said no. As it was there was too much determination there, and he wasn't about to live with guilt trip of the girl going off and getting herself killed hunting down things she had no real understanding of.<br/><br/>'I've not had a partner for quite some time... I'm not sure if you'll be up to the task, but I'll show you on one condition. If you come with me, if I teach you, you do what I say when I say without question or argument. If I tell you to stay, you stay and if I tell you to run, you run. Do we have a deal?'