Yes, privacy. Ghosty Joe could have all the privacy in the world, that'd be fine with her. She'd even split the work schedule with Lisa and do their own supply lists and... did Marrowood have vendors? She'd run her own business for almost five years, she knew a thing or two about how to keep things going, but that included ordering, inventory, and... hell, money. Whatever. She'd figure it out as she went, and thankfully Robin was there and already had some kind of system. She'd already learned how to control the boss.
"Oh, don't... worry about it," Lisa breathed honestly, though the topic was still more confusing (and disturbing) than she wanted to let on. It was easier just to ignore the whole part about Robin dying- especially when Lisa tried her best to save her and failed- and concentrate on the fact that she was right here, alive and well. And her new co-worker. "Really- I feel like that'd be a normal kinda reaction."
"And- no, not at the hotel anymore. Emma helped me move into one of the apartments before that whole.. shitstorm the other week. It's got a ghost that folds my laundry and steals food for us." Boy, that was a weird thing to say. "I, uh... have a roommate, too. Oddly enough, this place kidnapped the guy who hit me with his car two years ago and dropped him into hell with the rest of us."