Lana let a little bit of relief show; she relaxed, and managed to eat a few more bites.

Ghosts, too, weren't new, although like a ghost could mean a wide variety of things. Like the boy in the wheelchair. Or dead colleagues, back in the flesh. Anything, really.

"Was it someone you knew, or..." she asked, trying to keep the conversation less of an interrogation and more of an open discussion, even while she was scrambling for any information she could get.