Jaime blinked, embarrassed at being caught talking under her breath. Some pink rose under her cheeks and she tried to brush it off. She was trying to get better at talking without moving her lips. With her gift, it seriously would come in handy. Especially when young men think she's crazily talking to herself.
'Oh...uh, I was just reminding myself that I need to go check out the theatre for my performance,' she said as easily as she could. 'You know, because the world of show biz isn't as great as it could be.' Now she felt lame, really lame and wished she had someone else to talk to...someone a little more understanding of her issues. Maybe if she looked busy on conversation, the ghost would get the hint and leave her be.