Noble floated back from her, a foot, with half a mind to just go home and contemplate the baffling side affect he'd just experienced. And then Daff offered her helpful feedback. Nerves frayed from having touched her, Noble pressed his ghostly lips together and could not stop himself from snapping: "You need to realize you can't tell me what to do anymore."

He was nothing to her, technically — technically he had never been anything to her, because they had always been so unofficial. She couldn't just offer feedback.