( her metric of yeah, okay, this is real despite having never encountered it in all my life before setting foot on this boat easily accepts that he's a ghost. not the first dead/undead teen she's even encountered here, not the wildest thing she's seen, not on par with the walking talking skeleton named skulduggery pleasant. but coming from a strictly sci-fi upbringing, clarke still watches the flesh of his hand fade to the point she can see people on the deck beyond through his literal fingers with an air of bewilderment. maybe a hint of discomfort, but it's quickly smothered in the name of forward progress.

clarke nods, files away any spooky shivers running up her spine to be addressed later (aka never). )

Right. So you're ready to accept a lot of things about death and magic here really quickly, right? It'd save us some time.