"I use it with love," Kennedy assured him of the nickname. "But don't worry, you're at least three times cuter than Bill Cosby. Definitely better fashion sense. Anyway," she said, standing with one hip cocked as she gestured back the way she'd come, "I was wondering if you had some free time? I kind of saw this ghost lady down on the beach, and I really want to know more about her. I kind of just... feel like there's something there, you know? So I don't want to fuck it up or like, piss her off somehow. Would you mind checking it out with me?"