Helpful.

A little smile tugs at her mouth, nodding.

"I'm one of them," she says quietly, slower, watching Richard's expression closely. "We speak with spirits. Commune with them."

Here, some shared ground. Some expertise that might be useful to him, if he cared to call upon it.

"I hear them," is more to the point. "And I know you're a cautious man, but I hope that you know how cautious you must be when something from beyond tries to converse with you."