Sarah's eyes darted to Doctor Cobb, at the mention of the ghost, he just raised an eyebrow over at Sarah, smirking slightly. "If he only knew, hmm, dear one?" It was strange, this was the nicest Doctor Cobb had ever been to her.
Usually he was telling her about the things he wanted to do, none of them nice to hear. But oddly, most of them seemed to be along the same vein as what was happening in front of her. "Do you think he'd like pointers, pet? Think he'd like a masters opinion of his work? He is gifted, we shan't deny that, however, a few minor touches, less flair for the dramatic perhaps?" Wasn't everything meant to be dramatic? A death like this, that had to be dramatic, just the stench of the blood was enough to hammer the home.
Reading aloud, Doctor Cobb informed her of what was being cared into the girl then. "Terribly crass, I'd say, so many verses that would be far better suited to such a case. Can't you think of something, dear one?"
Sarah opened her mouth to answer, before remembering where she was, and snapping it shut again quickly.