"Well, that was the question -- after the why are there ghosts at all question. Why haunt the bottom of a lake?" She was into it now, gripped by the kind of enthusiasm for terrifying risks of life and safety that had characterized the last few months of her life. She should have learned better, probably, but what was the point now? "They'd trapped most of the crew of the base, because in addition to being inexplicable ghostly apparitions, they were just a bit murderous."
She leaned back a little on the mats, engaged with memory almost more than with the person next to her, and entirely ignorant of anything unusual in his reaction or demeanor. "Their whole goal really did seem to be killing everyone on board. And they just kept saying the same thing, over and over and over again." She paused, for a moment weighing how to explain the heart of the thing. "They kept saying, what was it... the dark, the sword,," she paused, pondered, "Oh, right, the forsaken, the temple. As if they weren't creepy enough without that."
She glanced over to Derek, curious how he was taking the telling so far--as a campfire ghost story? as reality? With doubt or dismissal? It didn't matter to her, either way, she didn't think, as long as he wasn't insulted or something. But he'd asked. And people loved ghost stories, right?