Of course he would lay down, barely an inch or so ahead of her. Mia was angry, making a disgrunted face as her bed - her bed! - was invaded by a stranger. A handsome stranger, but still. She was pissed. She scooted back as if he had rabies, hugging the wall as her dead eyes glowered at him. To hell with it, she just threw her hands up in frustration and drifted up, her transparent body easily moving through the mattress and floating in the top bunk as if it was nothing.
Her words hung in the air, full of vicious intent. Mia couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock as the man raised his head and looked around in surprise, as if he heard her. Was it possible? Could he? Curious, she peeked over the edge of the bunk as he looked around the room, then turned to look up at the top. She quickly darted back, mouth parted in what looked like surprise. It took her a second to realize that she was attempting to draw in a shocked breath, but couldn't.
She couldn't feel pain physically, per se, but she still could feel emotion, and since she was merely a spirit, such things could wound her spirit enough to remember and actually feel the ghost memories of sharp pain. Right now, where her heart used to be was a deep stab that had her wincing in confusion and clutching her chest dramatically. At times, when she attempted to do something human and as simple as twist a doorknob or just breathe hit close to home and always made her blink rapidly, as if fighting off phantom tears.
When the man had settled back down, she waited to see if he was asleep, then floated back down and stared blankly at his back. Did he really hear her? Could he see her? Did he have the Sight? Suddenly, he turned and met her gaze, and they both shrieked in fear and jumped away. She fumbled for something to say, but could only come up with, "Get out of my room! Perv."