Lucia Corina is a little wide-eyed at the description. "Traveling the whole world? To sing for thousands of people? I think the best audience I've ever drawn is--" she falters for a moment, remembering throngs of ballgoers mostly ignoring the Lady's pet providing the music, then decides firmly that they don't count "--maybe forty or fifty?"

She's not even being intangible to anything or losing track of when she is right now! She's doing great. Casper is very grounding.

"They weren't prepared at home? There was... a special place for it? Did all the bodies of the dead bring ghosts, for you?"