“Really now?” A depthless abyss ... can I possibly -- ? She risked making a remarkably tremendous fool of herself if she’d gone through with finishing the thought. And as intrigued as she might’ve been, perhaps teleporting through someone’s eyeless-hole was not the brightest idea, no matter what inklings of childish glee surfaced and kindled with the beginnings of never-ending curiousity. She was no longer a ten year old child lost in the forests of Brokilon, where ancient trees were once a thing of wonder. Instead, she merely offered a single finger and thrusts. She half expected something solid to stop her impeding finger, but her finger slid through, through, all the way through ... the hairs on her neck stood. Bad idea. “You aren’t human. Don’t feel warm either. Can’t be a spectre because you’re solid. Too pretty to be a ghoul, too. Most living things need a heart to live -- so dead?” Her finger wiggles once or twice before she removed it completely. “Maybe you do have a heart, just one that doesn’t beat?”