Nish considered the question, as much as her muddled brain would allow. "I'm not sure," she said slowly, "just...watching." She frowned and shook her head, as if having trouble sorting out what that meant. "But I don't believe in ghosts," she insisted, firmly in denial, as if looking to her for validation that she can still believe that while living in a haunted building.
Finally, something else to focus on, leaving her awkward feeling-is-not-believing ghost story and latching on to the new one. "You live in the woods?" she asked. The bartender brought her another drink and she took a sip from it. "But...how do you...where do you sleep? And where do you- oh my god, do you literally shit in the woods?" she asked, laughing at her own words, the alcohol removing any social filter she may have had for such things.