Dahlia's brows rose slightly at Janos's statement; as she'd never really been able to make them go away before. But could she now? Maybe it was something that came with time? Except that she'd wanted the ghost, earlier today, to go away and he hadn't. Not until she'd threatened him. No she didn't think she could make them go away. Much as she'd tried over her lifetime it had never worked that way.
She could help them. Ignore them. Yell at them. Talk with them. But she'd never been able to make them do anything at all...
Some ghosts she wished she could though.
A bird like cant to her head as she regarded the other "Why don't people like you?" typically she'd take the statement for what it was without question but she found herself curious. She knew why people didn't like her. She made them nervous. She made them fear. She made them think about death and what came after. Lots of people didn't like to think of that. They didn't want to hear that they could be stuck here unheard and unseen.
They didn't want to hear about the people that were lingering around them...
A truce. Dahlia found the statement amusing; a little smirk curling her lips just a touch. "I will make sure to tell her." she doubted Dai would care what anyone but herself wanted, but Dahlia would try to find out why it was Dai didn't want to be here now. Why she was so set to stay away.
As he continued that smile turned remarkably quickly to a frown. Her features pinched and her eyes narrowed slightly. She hadn't thought of her sister’s name like that. She had liked that the two names were so close. Now...now it made her sad. "I don't think she thought of that." Dahlia spoke but even as she said it she wasn't sure. Maybe her mother had known the first twin would be dead. Maybe she wasn't so human either?
Dahlia couldn't resist the urge to huff slightly; as they were all questions that had no answers. Her mother was long dead and her ghost wasn't one that visited Dahlia.
Though, as a younger girl, she had looked for her.
Her father hadn’t been pleased.
“A room?” the question took her back slightly; as Dahlia wasn’t exactly a member of the group well informed. She honestly had no idea if there were empty rooms in the house or how full the place even was anymore. New faces came, and went, and she only gave it idle attention. Was she supposed to offer him her room? Was that the polite thing? She’d never been in a situation like this one before.
“We can look?” maybe she could find someone better informed, downstairs to ask.