Mabel follows, not saying much. Her eyes are instinctively darting toward the corners, the dark spots, the places where reality tended to blur. A place like this could either be a huge hotspot of activity, or devoid of it - though likely it would be a mixture of the two.

Order would drive off the type she was drawn to; as for what it would attract, she could only guess. "I'm assuming there's a lot of different - what's a good word - specialty levels depending on what the case is? I mostly deal with ghosts, but could you tell me what other kinds of cases that get handled?"