"The never-dead un----?" Threnody glanced over her shoulder at him questioningly. "Are you talking about Wicked and Paradise again? I told you, not interested." Honestly, she wasn't. She hadn't known either of them, figured that if there was anything to be concerned about the people in charge of the Brotherhood would have taken actual action by now, and, if anything, was only bothered by it because she didn't like other people fucking with the dead and because the dead people who talked to her wouldn't stop bitching to her about imposters.
"But, no, it's not just for fun. There are spirits all over the Lair. They don't shut up. It's giving me a headache. It's some incense and a spirit circle or a whole bottle of Advil. I figured I'd have some fun with it."
She started looking through the shelves, sorting through a number of stones, picking out some amethyst and quartz to start off with. "Did you follow me for a reason?" Threnody didn't have anything against Freakshow, not really. She was just typical bitchy and short-tempered with everyone.