[ At the question, she actually leans her elbow on the table, propping up her face while she seems to consider the matter with a generous helping of thought, as nothing comes to mind immediately. What he says is true - it's hard to be scared of something once you've encountered it, and that's true of all things, not just ghosts. Ever since her parents, and her brush with death soon after, it became harder to be scared of dying, which she supposes would've been her chief fear had not all of that happened. ]

Well, I was really afraid when I was arrested, once. You wouldn't believe how rough they treated me! Tying me up and blindfolding me for weeks, stuff like that... it was kinda perverted.

[ She admits that all with a similar air to just sharing regular old gossip, sounding comically scandalized by the entire ordeal. It seems she doesn't mind sharing a bit of her experience with that with Eustace - there's a frankness that's come attached to her peek into his memory, a comfort that she needn't worry about any judgment from him, least of all from being in police custody. Both of them have seen and been through worse things. ]

And it made me scared of not being able to do anything. [ She shrugs— that was the root of it, even back then. Being at someone's mercy. That, too, came from her parents dying in front of her. ] But that's why we're all trying to get stronger, isn't it?