Ginger took the jacket and slid it on, wondering what was going on in that head of his. So many thoughts were running amuck up there. That much was obvious. She could see it all over his face. But what those thoughts were? Those were still secret only Peter knew.
"So...when you say possession is a thing here," she said, starting to head towards the front doors of the library, not leaving without casting the girl from earlier a dirty look. "Are we talking....full-on Linda Blair head spin-y possessed or...something else?" She asked, half-serious, half-joking as she looked up at him for an answer.