Markus startled back a step, as her image burned its way across the room and she reformed near him. It seemed ridiculous to think I’ve never seen anything like that when he doubted many had. He looked around for somewhere to set the paper bag down but all the furniture was in a disarray. His caregiver programming balked at the mess, but the rest of him just resulted in a resigned and vaguely amused expression.
“Markus. Yes. Have we—“ His head tilted, a theory forming. It would fit the evidence and their strange conversation. But…well, he might as well test it. He leaned a little closer to her mask. “Ghost?”