[With a hand still holding onto the book shelf, he waits without moving until Subete jumps down. It's only a blobbish blur to him, sadly, and he doesn't focus on the guy so much as simply look in that direction.]

It sounded like a-- [WAH. The blob veers in to look, and Jin Ling presses himself a bit against the bookshelf.] That's too close! [But hm. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the way Jin Ling's eyes look. Except, like, the fact they're squinted and scowling.]

It only sounded like a stupid story to me. Ghost stories aren't anything to joke about.