"There is that," he agrees, flashing her a smirk. A pause follows, as she pulls herself into that not-quite-stand, and he follows suit, sitting up. It's going to take some effort, some energy, to get standing again himself, and he's --

-- well, he's not looking forward to it, but it's then that he notices the ghost. He does have enough energy to skitter backwards, albeit awkwardly, metal of the brace dragging on the floor like nails on a chalkboard.

"What the fuck?"