There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

I know I asked. It wasn't a judgement, sweetie, it's okay. You don't have to get defensive.

[Iggy starts turning his water glass this way and that, mostly to give him an excuse not to look up.]

Me? Oh, I like almost everything. I'm bad at mysteries though, I pretty much never figure out who did it. That sort of deduction isn't my forte.

[The ghost is still right there. He can feel it staring at him.

Iggy sighs and looks up.]

Will you excuse me a second? I just need to use the washroom.

[A quick smile that he hopes reassures, before he's hurrying away from the table and out of the restaurant, not towards the restrooms.

No, instead he tucks himself against the wall a little way from the entrance. He takes out his cellphone so he doesn't look like he's talking to himself as he begins a conversation with apparent empty air.]