[There's an annoyed grumble as she itches at the scar on her cheek. Oh, she knows what this means. Ironically, that nutjob's mutterings are coming in handy...]

So we're in a building with ghosts who probably died in pain and who, let me just guess here, probably want revenge on the dick who did this to them. They probably can't tell that we're not that guy, Wrench. Not anymore.

We gotta get out now- wait, no, duck!

[Looks like Charlie was paying attention and saw the room's windows starting to vibrate. There's another unholy whine and they shatter just after she takes her own advice. Whoever is here does not approve.]