"It's not like we hit a bump or anything..." She ducks out of sight for a moment to grab some slippers so she doesn't cut herself open or anything ridiculous, and then steps back into the room. A sigh leaves her.

"Just when we all get some time to ourselves, we apparently get a poltergeist." It's more a joke than anything. She's not expecting a pillow to actually go flying all the way across the tour bus until it hits a wall.

"...Ah." Because what can you honestly say to that?