"I'm willing to go out on a limb," Ana replied. "I mean...I know people claim to talk to the dead all the time, but you wouldn't be here if you couldn't back it up. At least, I don't think so."
She nodded as Cora explained the rules, especially the no touching. That one definitely made sense. "I'll try my best not to bring the place down," she answered, finally smiling faintly in return. She took a few deep breaths, twisting her hands in her lap. "Gabriela," she said, after a moment. "Gabriela Morales." Even saying the name conjured the image of her mother in her mind: long black hair, eyes that laughed and danced (or flashed, when she was angry), a tall, fierce woman who would have done anything for her family.