[ It's awkward to move like that, though he slips in between the upset figures anyway. After a minute of that he just grabs her hand. Whatever. ]

The ghosts at home feel cold if you pass through their apparitions, [ he says, at least relatively more confident that she won't be yanked away from him unawares now. ] It could be like that woman from engineering. Charlotte. Ah. [ Severus tosses a look over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. ] How careless of me. You're heat resistant.

[ Is now really the time for your fucked up sense of humor, Severus, IS IT REALLY. ]