"That wouldn't pass inspection anywhere worth visiting." Emma just slid it back to Santana with a glance, waving one of the bar tenders over to get herself a whisky neat before turning back to Santana.
"Kid, the day I look for a teenager to hook me up with anything is the day I retire to spinster hood." Clearly she was engaging in her brand of attitude in an attempt to not be sad and alone at the bar. Emma could humour her for now. "What you want to do with your ghost is your own business."