"Oh," she says, "you mean MBTI and enneagrams and all that." She likes taking those things, but they're not divination tools. Or rather, they probably are for someone, because almost anything can be, but it'd be about as useful for her to look at someone's own impressions of themselves as for her to break out a tarot deck and hire based on her, very unpsychic, reading.

"That is dramatic," she says, raising an eyebrow. "I haven't heard of many ghosts that could manage a lock. When they weren't around me." Her smile is a little wry, a little embarrassed.

"I..." She doesn't know how to broach this, especially with her knowledge so abridged, like someone redacted most of a report and gave her cut-word poetry to interpret instead. "Heard there have been some other dramatics. Are you...doing okay?"