"Yes." Parties. Ghost adjusts a glove a little, his nervous disposition relaxing by degrees. The agitation is burning itself down to a low, more familiar ebb. "You might confuse them."

Ghost slipped into the elevator, running a hand along the side of it, stroking, almost caressing the wall, then staring intently at it for several seconds. Then he glances back at Tony.

"...Your help is appreciated."