[ His lack of wardrobe is hardly his fault. Nor is she the type to judge him for that. If anything she's trying to think of a way to get him into more clothing because the robe leaves very little to the imagination. In the moment that she realizes she's staring she immediately moves her gaze so that it's staring at the roof of the trunk. ]

You can call me Hilda. I'd rather not be referred to as lady ghost - though it might make a fun moniker if I ever needed one.

[ Good thing she got him out when she did. The trunk isn't very interesting. Who would have thought. Her gaze flits back down to his face as she extends a hand for him to help him out should he need it. The car is making a strange noise and while she knows very little about them something tells her that it probably shouldn't.

After all it had been dead silent up until that point. ]

Are you alright? Sweatiness and lack of clothing that is.