[ he raises a brow, sensing something a bit amiss about miss clarke's smile...but nonetheless, he's here for the tour and by damn is he going to get it. he folds his arms across his chest and follows alongside her past the drill station he'd oh so recently been through, tilting his head at her explanation. ]

More ghosts... So we're most certainly haunted.

[ not too bothersome, although he would never settle for his own vessel to be haunted. it doesn't sound too awful at her explanation, however — working instead of trying to kill them? ]

Benevolent for the most part, I take it? [ a beat, as he thinks about it— ] Do they expect compensation?

[ he really doesn't want to piss off any ghosts. ]