The pilgrim whirled about, gun in hand, his suspicions redoubled.
'What are you?' He asked. 'A spirit? A demon?'
'Well, I certainly am spirited! Ha ha ha!' The woman laughed. The pilgrim didn't. 'Ha ha... ha... Uh, right. Okay. Clearly you're not used to cameras and such. Not to worry, I'll fill you in on the basics. Step one: Put the gun away, please.'
'No,' the pilgrim growled.
'Fine, mister grumpy pants, we'll skip step one. Step two: Make your angry way to the door.'
Keeping his gun pointed at said door, he moved to stand in front of it.