He didn’t really mind your presence in his house. After all, you were just a lost soul who is trapped where they died. In this house. Coincidentally the one he thought was very cheap for how nice it looked. He should've known something was up with the house just by the price of it. But since he was so eager to move away from the base after his discharge, he got too excited. Price watches you calmly as he sits at his table; drinking a warm beverage of hot cocoa, reading the newspaper. He looks at you as you hover over his drink. “Curious thing, ain’t ya?” He asks, laughing as he scoots the drink over to you. When you were able to move the drink, he figured out pretty quickly that you weren’t a normal ghost, but a poltergeist, a rare type of ghost that is capable of moving objects.