[ Jill doesn't see an issue with it, at least. Her friends haven't up until recently but that's more situational. She's gone through rehab, though, and there's no real reason for them to worry about her.

You know, other than being here.

She gestures with a hand as she speaks, the opposite planted comfortably to her hip. Her fingers press together as she swerves her hand through the air in a vague circular motion. It's not something she'd thought she'd be explaining and least of all something she felt she was educated enough to discuss, but it's a nice, neutral subject. ]

I can't say how true it is as being just a tradition here. Being here alone means this place is something outside of my realm of knowledge. Might be that it's actually some kind of technological barrier.

[ Which is something she's honestly more comfortable with. She preferred monsters to be the kind she knew she could fight, even if it were an uphill battle.

Jill's hold is firm and considerably militaristic, though not lacking in warmth in how she leans in some with a quiet smile. Subdued, not a tactic to gain insight or anything but what it seems. She keeps it short, but not so short that it might cause discomfort. ]

Then you're much more of a trooper than I am. [ After the initial shock and disbelief, frustration was her natural course of action. Even if she could bust out and scurry home, it was still something that felt troublesome. Add in actual ghosts and she might up the description to something more than that. ] That's something I can agree on. Unfortunately, this place seems pretty big. One thing I do know is the best place to start when you're looking for answers is to go where no one wants you to.

[ But sometimes the No Trespassers sign is there for a reason, just as these things might be sincere in intention. ]