In Skulduggery's experience, undead things were still very much a problem. Well, more an annoying pack of pests than a real problem, but even so. His head tilted as he studied Gabe, trying to see if he recognized the mam from any work of fiction, the way he'd recognized the Once-ler and the Scarecrow. Nothing sprang instantly to mind, but it wasn't as if Skulduggery had read every book in existence. He was still working on that.

Either way, it was clear Gabe came from a different reality. A reality similar to Skulduggery's, but not exactly alike. That meant the rules he was governed by could be completely different, which in turn meant there was no way for Skulduggery to figure out what manner of creature he might be, not without Gabe revealing it himself.

Gabe certainly knew a lot about rosaries for a man claiming to be agnostic. Or atheist. "The person on the bulletin board needs more than one?" he asked skeptically, glancing from the tiny beads down to his own large, clumsy fingers. After a moment, the former skeleton let out a small sigh. "Why not? In a place like this, they might actually be useful. Small warding sigils, or..." He picked up a piece of string. "Tiny distractions."