Well, there's I guess you'd call it the passive level. I don't turn that off. It doesn't turn off. The active? That I'm doing? I don't need to do it.

...just handy for light right now.

[She clambered up and onto a spot, turning to stare back at him, offering a hand to the next ledge, watching the water around them as they made their way, looking for his hat.]

As for why? You haven't been a century under a bridge, ignored by all the other spirits like your dirty. Sometimes I just want them to feel how I feel. Little bastards.