He took the glasses from her and wiped them off on the hem of his sweater first before he put them back on his head. He could see now and he could see... it was one of the mean girls who clearly didn't think he was competent which he was. Maybe still learning, but he knew how to kill ghosts now and for real.
He cleared his throat and pulled at his sweater from the bottom to straighten it out. "I don't have the right equipment yet for that, actually. I put in a special request, though, at the front desk. I was just..." He glanced to the couch then back. "Hanging out."