It's not the answer she expected, though now confronted with this truth, Sookie's not sure what she did. Everything seems to fall under a different light now that she's aware that he's a spirit in a well-dressed suit, and her eyes dart from that still pale blond of his hair to the impossible details like the chap of his lips. Her heart continues to rush from the near brush she had, but her countenance is calm, fingers reaching out to briefly and awkwardly skate down his cheek. She startles at the warmth.

"Yeah, okay," she says, slightly overwhelmed but letting curiosity get the better of her. "And when you say spirit, are we talkin'... dead spirit, poltergeist, or like a god-like spirit? Not that I really know the difference between any of those." She shivers, more from the cold than from unease, eyes narrowing and fingers reaching out to brush against his stubble.

Apparently being saved by a vampire is enough to encourage Sookie to break his personal bubble.