As Jennifer watches Jeff, she can't help but think. "So, wait... if he can't see me, does that mean I'm just a spectator? Forced to watch a life I can't be apart of?" The ghost girl shivers a bit. "That's pretty scary, but..." She shakes her head to clear that thought. "Not as scary as what I thought would happen. At least I still... exist..."
Though, then she thought about it more. "Or, maybe it's a Jeff thing..?" She theorized. "Maybe other people can see me? Or... at least my friends?" She looked at the door, thankful that she left it open when she came in. She wasn't sure if she could phase through walls, like ghosts are normally depicted to be capable of, but she's glad she wasn't forced to test it yet.
Stepping through the open doorway, she turned down the hall, looking in the direction of the living room. "Well, only one way to find out." She told herself, deciding to walk down the hallway. The voices of the others reached her ears as she approached, standing in the doorway.