"Well, you're a little fuzzy around the edges, but otherwise, yeah. It's the animal senses," he says, glancing around briefly to make sure that he was (mostly) alone. "They pick up on stuff like this."

He'd grown used to it, having known a few ghosts in the past, and finding several of them quite helpful, in their own way. He's familiar with the superstitions that some shapeshifters have around ghosts, but had never really chosen to believe in them.

"So, how's the afterlife treating you?"

He's doing his best to keep things light.