Peter hung up the phone and half-sat on the edge of Karen's desk, looking at her paternally.
"Karen, I'm going to ask you something I've been meaning to for a while, now. I want you to be honest with Doctor Venkman. Okay? I won't be mad. I won't tell anyone else. I just need to know for tax purposes. Karen ... are you..." he searched for a more appealing term than "undead", "...differently animated?"