The ghost shrugs at Eames. What does he think? The two men in the carriage are remarkably unfazed by the scene around them, which suggests they're either vampires themselves or some other creature used to carnage. Given their previous discussion he slightly favours the latter.

"Foxy," he answers. "Which one of you is a witch?"

There's something predatory about the way his eyes rake over each of them in turn, a leftover from the old days.