Ibuki froze as Peko draped the jacket around her shoulders. That was, unmistakeably, physical contact. And there was a lingering warmth in the jacket. From a real, living Peko Pekoyama.

"Peko-chan..." after a pause, she asked, "If you're not a ghost, what kind of undead are you...?!"

Still, despite the accusation, she was going to follow wherever Peko lead her.

... as long as it wasn't a dark corner or something like that, anyway.