He wasn't wrong. The ghosts crowded around George, clamoring to be put right. Some even tried to grab her to get her attention. Which was annoying, so she put an end to it. She could touch them if she chose, but they couldn't touch her unless she wanted it.
George walked through them and went over to stand by one unconscious body slumped over a table. "Okay, who's this?"
One of the crowd raised her hand. "Well, come on, then," George said. The woman hurried to join her. "Sit. Right there. Yes, there. Now lean forward," George said, and laid a hand on her head as she did so. A moment later the woman sat up, grabbed her phone from the table and then ran from the coffee shop, slowing only slightly to edge past Damien.
"You're welcome!" George called after her. She stepped over to the nearest remaining form. "Next!"
It took a few minutes, but soon she had everyone awake again, and none of them seemed to be suffering the effects of the gas any longer. Most of them fled the coffee shop, but a few remained, talking animatedly about their collective adventure.
"None of this freaked you out," George observed to Damian, wandering over to stand by him. "How long have you been in Madison?"