Rylee had dealt with death more than enough that it had become something he didn't have a lot of anxiety over. One of the very few things Rylee didn't have anxiety over. Granted when he would linger over the thoughts of his father dying he would become a little anxious but death, in general, especially people being killed, didn't upset him as much as it used to. Being deployed in a war zone could do that to a person.
He turned his gaze back to Charlie for a moment, considering that she had been injured by something while deployed, he could have lost her too. Ripping his eyes away from her he glanced at Philip then adjusted his stance once more. Feet still apart but he crossed his arms over his chest and let out a sigh.
"What happened? Who died?" Rylee inquired with a raise of a golden eyebrow. He let out a light laugh and turned his attention to the rest of the lobby, noting the other people who were arriving. "Maybe it is a ghost. Right now the apartment building seems creepy enough to have a few ghosts."