George looked around for the toaster oven looking device that she remembered trapping ghosts. As far as she could tell he didn't have one of those on him either. There was something very Rube-like about his concern.
Reluctantly she took his hand.
He may not be afraid of no ghost, but then he hadn't met a reaper either. His hand would prove he was alive, and while her hand felt warm and corporeal, she also didn't have a pulse. They were just holding hands, he wasn't feeling up her wrist, but the idea made her nervous.
She didn't want to be zapped or trapped in a toaster.