It's at this point that Helga isn't quite sure what she thinks. Urban legends are one thing but talking about blowing up ghosts is just... well.

She mulls on it a moment though, gaze flicking from that doohickey-whatever Larry's got to the guy himself with clear weighing of the situation going on in her expression.

Then she just as abruptly shrugs her shoulder, balling her bag up in her hands and tossing it over her shoulder into the nearest bin without a second glance. "Sure, the evening was getting pretty dull anyhow. Let's see what we can shake up in there."

Tucking now empty hands in her pockets she leads the way in -- after rummaging in her pocket for her ID of course.