The sound of the man's laugh almost made Erin forgot how awful he was, but not quite. While she still didn't understand why he had appeared to her, she knew that she didn't have to stay with him, or even help him. Any thoughts of even being nice and finding out who he had been before he died was completely off the table as he went on to complain about her questions, and openly valued a squirrel over her. Erin had only been trying to help him remember, and even if she wasn't very good at it, she was at least trying. "You know what," she began, crossing her arms in return, " you can find out who you are on your own. You better chase after that helpful squirrel, he's getting away." 

She turned away from him, determined to still enjoy her walk and that meant traveling the opposite way around the man-made lake. It was nice enough outside, but Erin was more than irritated by him even with a little distance behind her. She didn't understand where he got off talking to her like that, or why he assumed that she was his personal medium just because he happened to appear to her first. The worst part was that Erin still felt bad for him, because it must have been hard to be stuck between two worlds.