"Kidnapped by ghosts." A short bark of laughter escaped him, equal parts nervous and incredulous, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "That's" intolerable. Abhorrent. A grave inj- Stop that. "New.
His gaze moved past her, running over the lobby, cogs starting to whirr as he looked for ways out, and more pressingly for anything that might be guarding them. There was always the possibility this strange Antivan mage was completely mad - confinement did strange things to a person's mind, he knew that well enough - but that didn't explain how he'd gotten here, or why he didn't remember anything of the journey, or do anything to stop Justice seething about the wrongness of it all.
"... so what's stopping us just walking out the front door and leaving these 'ghosts' and their 'inn' to it? Aside from the ever-changing part."