"Yeah, yeah," Colt muttered, "ghosts don't exist so it makes no difference whether they supposedly like me or not." 
He scoffed. "Whatever will I do, not being up to a ghost's standards?" he asked, sarcastically. 
The sooner they got into Black Hollow and were parked up, the better. Maybe he'd get a chance to have a look around by himself, even just to film some b-roll.