The conga line is probably the more humiliating of the things the ghosts have gotten up to around here. Skulduggery's already seen what might happen if it were to touch him, and so he's been casually keeping his distance as he makes his way towards the promenade. Helping people out is a mixed bag. If they recognize him, it's no problem, but strangers... well...

The woman approaching him from the opposite direction definitely falls into the latter of the two categories, but she also looks absolutely miserable being forced along in a mockery of wholesome fun.

No disguise means, unfortunately, he's left walking up as a skeleton, but at least she can see him coming and hopefully have time to prepare for the moment he's close enough to ask, "Would you like some help out of there?"