He wonders briefly if the ghost might have a different hold onto people than they do on him. It makes some vague sort of sense; his father did say he might have some resistance to forms of magic? But he's not sure. Still, he's not about to leave not when he can read such tension in her shoulders.
He's actually surprised when the sword gets sheathed. There's movement, her hands whipping through the space in front of her-- right handed. She's right handed. Okay. Okay, okay. He calls, one more time, briefly wondering if it's a matter of train shenanigans, like the quiet carriage, but he can hear his own voice, so he's not actually sure.
"Hey! Um, lady?" She's right handed. And she has a sword-- a sword she very much knows how to use. She's going to be quick, and probably lethal. Esteban can only brace himself for the fastest dodge he can-- or likely to get a new set of bruise. Just when the one from his arrival was finally fading.
He reaches to tap her left shoulder, hoping to the Guardian Spirits he has just enough reflexes to duck.
Permission granted to hurt him, he's expecting it.
He's actually surprised when the sword gets sheathed. There's movement, her hands whipping through the space in front of her-- right handed. She's right handed. Okay. Okay, okay. He calls, one more time, briefly wondering if it's a matter of train shenanigans, like the quiet carriage, but he can hear his own voice, so he's not actually sure.
"Hey! Um, lady?" She's right handed. And she has a sword-- a sword she very much knows how to use. She's going to be quick, and probably lethal. Esteban can only brace himself for the fastest dodge he can-- or likely to get a new set of bruise. Just when the one from his arrival was finally fading.
He reaches to tap her left shoulder, hoping to the Guardian Spirits he has just enough reflexes to duck.