If it was an consolation, Edward winced in sympathy. He'd had his own trouble with ghosts - if that was what he was to make of them - though seeing the rotting corpse of his mother hadn't led to any broken bones. Thankfully. Her memory was corrupted enough as it was now.

"You could have mine, if you'd like," he offered after the conveniently timed flickering. He slid the light out of his sling, shaking the end in a tempting way. The thing might as well get some use of it, and Edward didn't need it. There was an advantage to being able to see in the dark. "I don't really use it." And, if asked, he had his lie already prepared: light attracted the creatures (as far as he could tell). Besides, with the sheer amount of patients in the hallways sometimes, it wasn't really necessary to have his own.

... granted, it was still suspicious, but he may as well.

"As for the pantry, would you mind company? I'm on my way there as well." There. At least he didn't have to lie about everything.