First, Fisher listened to James. (And tried to push the thoughts that James was indescribably hot out of his mind.) Then he turned to Sloane for her rebuttal. And then he ducked. He knew that she couldn't really hurt him, but she could sort of touch him and her arms were swinging furiously. "Calm down!" he pleaded, though she wasn't going to. What mother could, after hearing something like that?
Fisher backed away from Sloane, walking toward James. "Don't you dare go all poltergeist on me!" he yelled at her, once she's stopped slinging herself about in grief. "I didn't even want to be here, but you've been following me around all damn day asking me to talk to your baby boy, that he'd understand, he'd forgive you." The ghost woman before him looked so sad, so empty. He was about to turn to James and spologize for wasting his time, but Sloane started talking again. He listened, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No," he told her. "No. He doesn't want to hear it, you're a wreck, why drag this out?"
He listened again, then threw his hands up in defeat. "Ugh, fine!" he huffed. Turning back to James, Fisher wore an expression that clearly said 'I have no idea what is wrong with her'. "She says she'll go," he told the annoyed guy beside him. "But before she does, she wants you to know that your father has been watching you since he died, and she's seen him in the afterlife. And she says that she knows what really happened the night of the fire."