Maddie, to make her opinion on personal space and how weird it is when people pass through her, takes a step back at the outstretched hand. Causing her to bump into the table behind her. Which simultaneously sounds like it shook but also doesn't shake at all. A mish-mash of the ghostly Maddie's interaction and the physical world she can't touch. Maddie let out a small breath and looked a bit sheepish at her reaction, but smiles enough that it's clear she appreciates the idea of the gesture.

"Good to know. All I know about this stuff is what I've seen in movies. And a lot of that is wrong." Some part of her does like the idea of hot pottery wheel action, but no. Not how ghosts work. Not pissing off the people that might let her actually keep new things is a useful bit of knowledge. Asking politely and not pissing them off is a good skill to have.

The tiniest of smiles crosses her face at the idea of a 'groovy beaded curtain' just because it made her think of Dawn. Maybe that was how Dawn decorated, maybe it was a grossly oversold gimmick. Not that she could ask anymore.

It might not be a bad idea if this wasn't a hotel. Maybe it was doable, if the hotel was mostly forces of Good™ and all, "I don't need a ton of privacy, only have the one outfit. But I'd like a space where I can be alone, you know? Sharing a high school with two dozen or so other ghosts."