Unfortunately for Spencer, his instincts on her interest level were inaccurate. She was used to keeping her head down and keeping her nose out of places it didn't belong. Where she grew up, if you poked around where you didn't belong you tended to find out the hard way that it wasn't such a good idea. Unless something was likely to be harmful to her or had something to do with someone she cared about Melody was pretty indifferent to it. But she didn't really feel the need to explain that to him. After all, he also didn't fall into either of those two categories.
"Some of them died there." The Lair was pretty colorful when it came to people who had died on the premises. "They don't need to actually be there to talk to me. Dead people can be settled in to the other side and still talk to me from there. Think of it like telepathy if you want," she murmured, still rummaging around and tossing things into the bag she had slung over her shoulder. It was actually better that she'd had to break it. She wouldn't have been able to afford nearly as much as she was simply taking.
"A lot of dead people like to fuck off after they die," Melody went on, figuring it was easier to just answer his questions. "So they don't stick around they way you're thinking. They pass on. But they can still communicate with us."