If there was something wrong with him, it went equal for her. Her best friend just dumped her body behind a dumpster. She followed him. George didn't have very much to do and being incorporeal was boring.
Having nothing better to do, she continued talking. It no longer mattered if he could hear or not.
"No lights. Hello? I'm cool with moving on now?"
She walked a ways with Dexter and realized the lights weren't coming.