Sewn-mouth shades did not enjoy sharing joint tomb space with other particularly secretive creatures. Creatures were secretive selfishly. They were secretive because in being so the clandestine aims of others are illuminated. There was one event she orchestrated out of twitch of curiosity and tedium, clever little bored phantom, that she had to pull some ketchup, mustard, forks from an alcove where she could delicately glint. She was the one who was supposed to be playing the games, not him. He probably wasn't even doing it on purpose. Let him have his privacy then, she vacantly accepted.
Having been met, and thwarted, with the palisade of the strange mans dinner plate, or the fencing of his arm, she quickly gave up. Freckles was keeping quiet now that she thought her rude questions may have been heard, and immersed herself into the electro-dance world of Lady GaGa on low volume.
Our ambulatory spook paled back over to him when, left with no other option as it was her job, she had to see to it that the coffee remained to its brim.