Larry slouches forward with a relieved sigh and lurches upright, grabbing his bag from under the bench and slinging it over his shoulder. Even if she's just humoring him with the hopes of seeing where this goes, he appreciates not being kicked out of the general vicinity for being creepy. Which he knows is fully possible. It's creepy. What he does is creepy.

"Sweet." He follows behind at a short enough distance that it's obvious he's not just following her without being invited. Because that's something people have to worry about on college campuses apparently. He's got the Gearboy held down so it's not super obvious that he's using it, but occasionally his finger twitches on the bumper of it and lets out a little static sound like a walkie talkie.

"So hey, what kinda weird stuff have you seen?" he asks, just hoping to make conversation and not seem quite as weird as they head inside. "Like standard ghosts or weird shadows or...whatever else?"