"Exactly." Harold shook his head a bit, not knowing why people would get all up in arms over things that were afraid of plain old table salt. Ghosts weren't things that frightened him, and if he ever met one face-to-face, then he'd deal with it then. Until that time, he was perfectly happy to sit and mind his own business.
"All right, I'll grab us a couple drinks on my way up." Harold said with a nod before he took his cart and headed down to the ground floor and began cleaning. He got slowed a bit by washing the floor there. It was the downside of it being winter. The floor tended to get dirty way too easily. However, once he finished cleaning the floor, things went relatively smoothly. Emptying garbage cans, cleaning up messes and disposing of empty food and drink containers that had been abandoned. But he slowly worked his way up, taking time to stop at a vending machine to grab them both something to drink.
Finally, he got up to where Merlin was. He wheeled his cart over to where Merlin's was, then grabbed the drinks and headed over to the place Merlin had set up. "Have I mentioned how much I bloody hate cleaning the ground floor in the winter? At least tonight that was the worst thing I came across." He handed one of the drinks to Merlin and took a deep breath, ready to take a nice break. He had noticed there were bigger messes than usual, some that seemed to almost go unexplained. But he didn't really care enough to say anything about it. He'd much rather use his time to get his job done and then have some down time.