A soft frown creased Erin's forehead and he broke the news that he didn't remember his own name. She assumed that he would be staying around, probably to insist that the apartment was still his, and if he was going to become a regular pain, she did want something to call him. Perhaps if Erin was feeling generous and curious later, she could try and look up who had lived in the apartment before her and help him out with his identity. Until then, she was in somewhat of a bind with him, and of course, how to go about this very odd situation. "Ew," she frowned, tuning back into the conversation now that he was done talking about how expensive his clothes were. "I didn't need to know that." Erin was never going to look at that woman the same way again.

Folding her arms over herself, Erin continued on her walk, suddenly stricken by the man's question. It wasn't that it was invasive or completely far-fetched, but she didn't think that she was ready to discuss her accident with a ghost that she hardly knew. "No, you're the first," she shook her head. "So...be proud of yourself, I guess." He didn't need to know about her dreams, or that she had been more sensitive since nearly dying on the highway.

"You really don't remember anything else besides how much your ugly belt costs?" she asked, cocking a brow in his direction.