"Professionally... Professionally." Elijah rubbed his right eyebrow and contemplated the question and the word itself, tasting how it felt. "Yeah. I guess? I get paid. I wouldn't call it a career. It's a job." He nodded. He was rambling. The room was cold but he still felt damp and sweaty inside the jumpsuit, mostly from the experience of encountering the ghost with a heavily charged piece of equipment tied to his back.

He sighed and stood up, going to collected the trap.

"I'm supposed to have coworkers. We're a little dry right now." His voice went higher as he admitted the truth.

"What are you really doing here?" he asked, directing the conversation her way.