Kavinsky kept watch while the doctor worked, and though he'd absolutely never cop to it, he jumped when the door burst open. The ghosts didn't scare him, but doors slamming around out of nowhere was a different matter, it seemed. Still, that didn't stop him from stepping between the flying books and the doctor. He used the pitcher to block what he could and just...accepted getting hit with the books he couldn't deflect. Sure, he'd probably have bruises later, but at least he could say he got them while being heroic. And bruises were preferable to death at this point.

"You know, they throw pretty fucking hard for buckets of ectoplasm."