[ When she speaks again, it's from a point in front of Derek, not too far into the room. The circling has stopped.

But now that she's ceased her pacing, it's apparent how incredibly tactless her prying became. The little details filter in, one after another - how uncomfortable he sounds, how he's politely waited since entering her haunt. Coming clean up front when she insinuated that he'd killed who he's looking for.

'sister, it's my sister'. Damara didn't even come to her funeral. ]

There's not many of us around, so I can't really promise anything. But I could try. [ It's quiet, calmer. Not quite an apology, but an attempt to move past it regardless. ] Ghosts tend to leave a mark if you know where to look.