Hand motions in conceding Tuesday's chosen path regarding her past. "Sometimes that is where the past belongs. But if there is one of you who wants to take a trip down memory lane, we might also be able to use it. If the Seers think they can fuck with time, the least we can do is use time itself to fight them when we can."
Eyes widen, "Crickey guys- those don't sound like Dreams. They sound like Nighmares. Well- maybe some might like politics... so maybe not that."
Eyes glance up and to the left, thinking and processing.
"Ghost hunting you said? Let's see... probably cameras. Standard and maybe some infrared ones. Recording equipment. Mics and such. And then some stuff to measure things like temperature and electromagnetic fields. Flashlights for us and probably some sort of uniform. Like... matching shirts or something?"