While Dave's in the process of doing a talented acrobatic pirouette off of Chip's chest, Aradia's busy completely freaking out in the poor bastard's head.

The sensation that comes with possessing a living being is hard to describe to a non-ghost. She can feel everything, down to the individual thumps of his heart and the rough abrasion of his greasy wifebeater shirt on skin, there's no chance to filter it out and it's distracting and awful and she wants it to stop. Feedback bounces between spirit and host in a ever increasing loop, and if poor Chip's not already off his rocker from the Strider-approved beatdown by tomorrow, the migraine Aradia's leaving behind would probably finish the job.

In reality, it only takes a few seconds post-escape for her to be violently ejected, but it feels like an eternity. She doesn't so much hit pavement as get absorbed into it, glitching through the surface layer and. This sucks. She misses the missing chunks of her soul all the more now. "I regret everything."

Hopefully The Dude got away safe in the meantime. She didn't get a chance to check in the confusion. Owch.