"So you've got experience with them prior to ending up on this ship?" Danny asks. It's what his gut was telling him. The narration isn't sure how he can be a good judge of character and so socially inept all at once, but he manages it somehow. He cants his head to the side, watching them as they walk -- or rather glide -- past them. Danny is certain if he was to walk right into one he'd just phase through. "Sometimes they are," he murmurs thoughtfully. Sometimes they don't know they're dead, and finding out they are can be a very unpleasant experience.

"Needless to say, it's best that we don't break it to them." A beat. "Just in case."