"Where I'm from," he began, reaching over to pet Azzie as he spoke, "we're born, we grow up and then we die. And then the door opens - or I open it for the person - and we pass on to whatever's next. There are some ghosts that just haven't realized that they're dead yet, so they tend to hang around where they died until they work it out, I think. And then there are the trapped ones and the angry ones. They're the ones that find me. I don't have a clue about what's going on here."
He raised an eyebrow at her response to his offer, and gave a little laugh. "Well... I mean, I'm not offering to clean the outsides of those windows for you, that's just. That's crazy talk. Within reason, yeah?"