He glances at the hand, and drains his glass. Then stubs his fag out.

'And not a red book in sight,' he says, to the room at large, aware that the ghost probably has no idea what he's on about. They likely don't have This Is Your Life where they come from.

'Yeah, alright. Just don't jump out the window like your mate.'

He takes her hand. The other keeps hold of the biscuits in case he gets hungry on the way.