He'd been about to explain how ghosts hated iron, too, when they both stopped to hear a bit better. He turned his head to the thumps down the hall, furrowing his brow. "Yeah. Let's hear what you picked up before we move onto whatever's throwing a tantrum down the hall. And I didn't give you a pussy weapon, don't worry, ghosts don't like iron, either. I've just gotten shot with rock salt before, and yeah, it does sting." He winked at Teague, deflecting stress with humor as usual. "Fire up the ... thing. Whatever. I'm glad I've got you here to be my Sulu."