[she repeats "Vicodin" under her breath, trying to remember if she's heard that strange word before, but puts further questions about his pill habit on pause for now.]

Some places make you see things, if you linger in them. Nobody can say why. It could be magic, or ghosts, or something in the air...

[she settles her hat back on her head, and takes a piece of origami paper out of her coat pocket. There's a cherry blossom pattern on one side, but she glances at something drawn on the other side and tucks it away again.]

Cursed, haunted, or poisoned: none of them sound appealing. It's best to not tempt fate more than we must.