"Thank god for the shrink, more like," Artolo snarks back. His mouth runs on autopilot. There's no stopping it, especially when he feels too jittery to care. Anyway, his thoughts are elsewhere.

"I keep the cats in a separate apartment, since my manager still throws a fit at the idea of the staying in the penthouse..." He hops from one foot to another, brain going back through everything. "I've been trying to work on a camera system to watch over them, but it's been bugging on me all day... Ghosts hate tech shit, right?"