Jack made no effort to hide his glare as Mr. Greengrass openly laughed.  Scrubbing a hand over his face he turned back to face the woman.  "There.  Mr Robbins will - " but when he opened his eyes the woman was already stalking back down the garden path to what Jack could only assume was her home leaving a trail of curses behind her.

He snapped back to Mr. Greengrass with a 'what the hell, man?!' expression because he was truly speechless at this point.  This was underscored by the sound of the woman's front door slamming behind her.  Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jack addressed the spirit first.  "Sir - I'm sorry, I didn't get your name - you might wanna lay low until Mr. Robins arrives... if that's something you can do." he frowned, clearly unsure what ghost rules were.  "And I'm sure Mr. Greengrass with make sure that happens soon."

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