He throws her a sour look. "What'd you do to avoid that?" he mutters. Not that he really expects an answer. Knowing how these things usually go it's probably just that he's uniquely unlucky like that.

And no sooner has he asked than a blast comes through the roof near where they're resting. It's like a concussive eye-beam but ghostlier.

"You know of any place with less ghosts?"