"Gho-?" She looked down, trying not to laugh because that sure as hell wasn't nice. Fuck it, she was going to just say what she had to say. "Ghost hunting?" She tried to make it not seem like she was laughing at him, or considering that he was crazy. All she could do was clear her throat and resolve her dilemma of being a bitch or not by just staying silent for a few minutes. She wanted to believe that the man was joking. That really he was looking for medical goods, clothes,..anything but ghost hunting. But there was always lunatics among the survivors. Was it crazy to believe in ghosts? Of course not. But taking the time to ascend up lady liberty's steps seemed a little out there.
"You're serious?" Why wouldn't he be? His tone was as serious as a doctor telling a patient they had cancer. What was there to do? She could either walk away and try and find something else to do, or amuse herself by asking the stranger to go into further detail about this ghost hunting. She believed in the supernatural, but the ghost hunting shows made her laugh. They would hear a breeze and near jizz in their pants about it. It was a fucking breeze, not a whisper, not a voice. Just a breeze that happened at a dramatic time.
She cursed under her breath and began to jog up the stairs, her stamina impressive enough to allow herself to be not to far away from the stranger. "What makes you think there would be spirits in here of all places? Why not check apartment complexes and things of the sort?"
When really, I don't give a shit. Was what her words should have been. But this could actually be interesting. "Something tells me you enjoy doing this for a living."