"I have a name, Fáfnir, it's Alicia, not 'Spirit'."  The ghostly girl muttered to the dragon girl before digressing.  "Anyhow, sure! I guess I'll go with you.  I've got no one else right now." Alicia giggled before fixing her internal Gyroscope, setting herself upright again floating down to meet Fáfnir at eye level.  

"I've only really talked to three people in my existence, so it's really cool seeing all these new people!"  Alicia exclaimed to her newfound companion. "Especially seeing the other things more than human. Like you, of course.  Those wings are so cool."  She was a little jealous she didn't have them.  She didn't even think about how inconvient they could be at times, mostly because there is really nothing that inconviences her.  

"OH! Question, I have a question Fáfnir.  So, the way you talk is a little odd.  Not to say it's bad, it's just different from how I hear most people talk and I'd assume that more people tend to not talk that way and . . ." It was a massive festival of words flowing from the girl's mouth barely stopping considering the lack of oxygen she needed to intake to speak.  She had to stop and refresh her vocabulary and took a breath as was possibly a habit back when she was a living, breathing being.  "Let me retry that.  Is that the way dragons speak?  It's different from normal, most people don't use "deign" in everyday speach."