"Probably. The first floor's pretty inhabited," he said, knocking some ashes off the cigarette. He already had an ashtray out here since he frequently indulged in nicotine in this very spot. And he didn't want to litter the place with his discarded cancer sticks. "He's in 103. If he plays his music too loudly, tell me and I'll give him a talking to," Pierce winked.
The question about ghosts made him snicker inwardly, but he just smiled before taking another drag. "Oh, that's just silly nonsense, isn't it? Ghosts don't appear in the mirror." And he didn't have to look in the mirror to see them.
((Sorry for the re-submit, I really need to get the building numbers right, LOLLLZZ))