I can do it. I won't get comfortable if I don't keep doing it. [Force it util you make it... Or something. She rubs her arm self-consciously and takes releases another slow breath.] I'm just not... used to it being so accepted, I guess. [Is the only way she can think to explain it.

His question makes her jump a little and hastily shake her head.] No! I usually have more control over it, and I don't-- I don't... use it on the living, usually... [How do you put that in a way that's not incredibly awkward.]

But believe me, I didn't do it on purpose. The spirits or this place or something must be interfering. I...I'm very sorry.