Nancy gasps when he speaks for the first time after vanishing, spinning to face him just as he touches her. HIs hand is cold, and she gasps again at the icy touch. Her own hand flies to her neck, concerned almost that she'd been... burned, truthfully.

She looks at Foxy's extended hand, then at Mick and Eames again. "What happens if I take your hand?" She asks the ghost. "How much time do we have?" Let them have time to figure this out. Please.