[sub]feeling bad today for medical reasons. if i'm not making any sense, oh well[/sub]
Checking every word, every movement, every... there are no facial expressions... checking everything for any sign of a threat. It just wouldn't make sense for him to be genuine - in any sense - but everything's saying that he is. Cherry doesn't move, doesn't speak, hardly seems to breathe for a long time, staring intensely at "John Doe."
Taking him at his word is Plan Z, but by now she's getting there. What was it that he said exactly? He's some kind of ghost? She hasn't been listening as closely as what might be polite.

[color=crimson]"Why do I see you?"[/color] she echoes, and she's aware now that she's probably talking to herself - something she'd been able to avoid doing in public for months straight.
[color=crimson]"Why do I see anything?"[/color] she adds, quieter.
Well. She's already started.
[color=crimson]"I see a lot that no one else does. Omens, and hints, and..."[/color] She tries prodding the apparition's shin with her foot, to see if she can. [color=crimson]"...a lot of nonsense. You're different. I don't like that."[/color]

[i]If she was right from the start, if he is a threat
If there are more like him
What does he want
Will spraypaint to the eyes work[/i]
Relax. Relax. Any thug she's ever met would've started something already. But what else would he [i]want?[/i]
Circles and circles, the same thoughts again and again and again-

[color=crimson]"I don't like this at all. No jokes. Tell me what you want."[/color]
She should really get herself a gun.