Well. Fair enough, but still. He can't just go blasting through people, Jesus. Maybe they can't see him, but surely they can feel that cold tingly shit.

It feels really weird and even uncomfortable, which is the only thing that prevents Ghoul from continuing to jab through Rorschach's manifestation. He pulls his arm away, sticking it inside his hoodie pocket along with his other hand as he clears his throat. "No." They don't know each other. "Not really." But they've met. Technically.

Ghoul's nose wrinkles and he eventually adds, "Never been like, formally introduced or nothin'. Seen you around before, though."