Eli folded his arms across his chest, slumping down in the seat. This was just great. Here he was stuck in a doom buggy with some stalker. But she didn't look like she was going to murder him, so that was always a plus? She also appeared to be very afraid of ghosts, even fake ones.
"Why do you keep following me?" he demanded - but nicely. Nicer than the ballroom dancing ghosts and the ghostly portraits who turned and shot at each other. If this ride got stuck anywhere, he was going to scream.