They do?

[Color her surprised. That shock shows on her face, and she abruptly pops up to stand like she's going to tell them all exactly what white women are afraid of. But she's just so surprised most women here sling shotguns that she loses track of what she wants to say, turns dark red, and then sits down and stares at her plate and picks at her food for a few seconds.]

I guess most of them are probably afraid of things that are different. Of not being perfect enough to keep their husbands and their comfortable lives.

[At least, that's what her mother and her friends are afraid of. Chrissy shrugs a little, feeling helpless as she mentions it.]

But I think they're also afraid of anything they don't understand. If they can't fix it, they want to get rid of it before it can influence anyone else.

[That's something all the cheerleaders back at Hawkins were guilty of.]

I mean, I'm not afraid of all that! But if they see a pretty young ghost out luring their men away, they can shoot at me and that will keep their attention off of you. But if I die again, I'm sticking around and knocking all of your heads around!

[She gets back her energy at that point, which earns a roar of laughter that gets her to grin and join along with them.]