"Shit dude, none of us are," he mutters, "'s why it's just the four of us, plus Neil when he hangs around. Hah, got it."

He plops himself down to sit on the bathroom floor, turning over the little bundled thing in his hands and unwrapping the dirty rag around it. He makes a sad sound upon realizing that he was holding a small book, and as he peeks at the first page, it's obvious it's a diary.

"Man, I don't wanna read this... Probably has evidence for why she's in here, though. Man..."

He pockets it, rather than trying to read the diary in front of the person he assumes is the owner. They could go through it on their own time. The ghost herself doesn't seem to be the violent type, so he's pretty sure they can just leave her here for a little longer.

"C'mon, let's get outta here before people start yelling about a guy in a women's bathroom."