Hannah squeezed right back. She went a bit overboard with the hug, rocking side-to-side in an exciteable, girlish way. "I missed you, too! Now hang on, let me look at ya." Peeling herself out of the bear hug, she held the werewolf by the shoulders. "You look awesome. I'm totally jealous 'cause I'll never have a tan like that." So very true. For the most part, Hannah looked real in her solidity, which she had could bring under her control for periods of time (a few hours, if she wanted to piss off the PTBs). But she had an ethereal glow that hung in the air around her.
Hannah hated it. It made her feel like a guest star on 'Touched by an Angel'.
"I meant to stop by sooner, but ay carumba! The world's gone to heck in a handbasket. Do you know how much soul-traffic we're talking?" She shook her head. "Yesterday, there was a traffic jam in the spirit world, just trying to get to Earth, since ghosts can be totally visible now. To tell you the truth, I'm a little worried about my job stability. I'm supposed to guide spirits to the afterlife, not drag them back kicking and screaming."