Naomi glanced down again, but then looked over at the ghost. If he continued squirming, it would keep his heart pumping and blood flowing out. He'd pass out sooner.

But that's not important again because the ghost was contemplative. She hummed, nodding as they explained some of their gold had obviously gone into their café purchase, but they should still have about 2500 pieces if it hadn't been stolen. So that and... uh huh...

"... How does 5000 gold sound? 2500 if we get the gold off their person."