[Soon enough, the man's nearly shrouded behind a thick fog of nicotine as he steadily takes drags from his cigarette. The way she speaks tells him she's used to her predicament. He's likely not the first exorcist, spiritual medium, witch, voodoo priest or whatever you like to call yourself in this day and age to come here. That much is apparent. So he speaks, open and perhaps even a bit honest. That much is up to Penelope.]

It all depends on the nasties mucking about in your head, now, doesn't it? But that wasn't your real question.

To put it simply, yes and no. Yes, I deal with the paranormal, More often than most people do and get to live this long. I wouldn't call meself a bleedin' paranormal investigator. Sounds too much like one of those damn pricks on the television.

What I am, though, is a man who's had to deal with the things that go bump in the night for a very long time. I've developed a sort of reputation with those sorts. They know who I am, and if I don't have a name for them, I can at least point out what they are. Mostly.

I may not be the best, but I'm damn good at what I do. So I help people out.