[Well, she probably could, but the fish would hear her coming a mile away. Sorry, Yang— stealth is Blake's forte, not yours, although if they're looking to persuade the fish, Yang would win out easily.]

I'd ask if you buy that story, but we can't really take anything for granted here.

[She smiles wryly, beckoning for Yang to follow as she starts down the road that will lead them out of town.]

Some things here are like home, but the rest... suffice it to say, if someone says something is haunted, I'm inclined to believe them. Hopefully the ghosts won't mind if we stick to the edge of their territory.

[What are ghosts even like here?]