[April, for once, considers having some tact. They've been easing into a professional approach as it becomes more apparent that there's an actual problem here beyond ghost clichés. And Arthur's right: this is someone they know.

So, alright: they pinch their face about the point between where their eyes go, they breathe in deep, out slow, and assume the mantle of professionalism once again.]

If you're good to go, then so am I.

[They almost point out that Arthur's the one who needs more emotional support for this, but 1930s PI man would probably be mad or depressed by that so they skip it.]

Plus, seems like a bad time to split up if you have someone possessed or edgy leaving messages for you.

[With a smile just for themselves, they add:] You won't even know I'm there.