"Oh, I'm sorry," CeCe said, stepping back and sparing Desmond the briefest worried glance. "I didn't mean to interrupt. It's just -- this place."
She glanced around and shuddered. "It's so creepy. I mean, Death's a dear and I know that he likes his touch of macabre, but this is..." CeCe trailed off for a moment, and then came back to herself. "Oh, look at me, nattering on. I should let you two get back to dancing!"