"Sort of creepy, but also pretty cool---they must be something to see." Sam mused over the idea, imagining an aura that spanned city blocks. Little---so to speak---could compare. Her attention returned to Jadewing at 'as for the rest of us,' and she straightened as the Seeker spoke. "...y'know, of all the complications coming from the intangibility of the soul, that's one no-one expects to field. That I've found, anyway. Used to read through a lot of new-agey and parapsychology stuff, so I can sorta say."

Sam unfolded her arms to lacing her hands together atop the deck's railing, a crooked little smile spreading across her face. "There's more to be said about those arguments, of course, but I think you know me well enough to guess all of the important points so we can stay sort of on-track. To that end: excrement. When 'j'men calice' just isn't dismissive enough, there's 't'ant pis por toi,' which is a little softer swear-wise but still basically 'tough shit for you.'"