"Yes. It is my eyes," Yin admits. Normally, at least she can hear just fine. But the spirit is very important for observation, even just here.

She tilts her head. "Hello, Yusuke. I'm Yin." Then Yin turns to the specter which bobs up and down.

"My observer spirit doesn't have a name. It's...part of me," she doesn't sound sure about that. Dolls and Contractors were still sort of new in her world, and they were still trying to understand a lot of aspects about them.

"That is okay." She doubts the paintbrush will obscure anything.