Erin touches the blindfold as she steps out, relieved that her presence seems welcome despite what she still thinks of as it being... aggravating.

"With this. It's good at picking up people, what they're wearing and holding, the things truly precious to or loathed by them, but not so much...stuff. Most of my world is a badly done watercolor."

It's an explanation she keeps having to give. She can't even muster real annoyance at it any more, honestly.

"And you? Why souls?" A beat. "Wait - did you maybe work as a psychopomp? We've got one aboard already, real chill guy."