[ ... okay, this tactic is new. she doesn't trust it, but the beetlejuice she knew would never have just looked sad over this. crack lewd jokes, sure. get mad, maybe. look sad? never. even with their few interactions she knows that much.

she deflates a little herself. not as much as him but far, but she is sad and scared and alone and (apparently) dead and this all SUCKS. ]

Is it really so important to you to be scary that you metaphorically fall apart when a teenager tells you she's not afraid of you?