For a moment the only sound in the room was of The Romance of the Forest hitting the floor, her page lost then... "Gosh darn it Victor!" Bea huffed her tone that of a scream but her volume more of a normal spoken level. It felt like her heart was trying to force its way out of her chest with how fast it was beating. Ten months wasn't enough time to get used to that. There was no volume of time that would ever get her used to that! She stood and snatched her dressing robe from where it laid on the edge of her bed, shoving her arms in it as fast as possible to cover her nightgown before collected her book from the floor and tossed on the now vacated window seat.

"I understand you are a ghost, Victor, but that does not mean you can loose your grasp of manors! You cannot just barge into someone's room whenever the fancy arises! If you can't knock then find a servant to do so for you!"