[If there's one thing Faith's mastered from a long life of horrors between horrors, of the mundane kind, and of the supernatural, it's hiding her fear.

So the only sign on her face that she looks worried about his reaction is a raised eyebrow in confusion, before she just looks slightly baffled but amused. The weight in her stomach doesn't lift but there's at least a small smile on her face.] Yeah, you're welcome. Late Christmas present, I guess.

The ghosts were a lot like the zombies and skeletons, just harder to hit, 'cuz instead of being from the flesh or bone it's just the spirit. Mixing blood magic with bullets worked wonders, though. Just had to shoot 'em and they'd fade to smoke.