A lot of her words whoosh over his head, even the familiar ones arranged in baffling sequence. "Ghost?" he repeats. "But aren't ghosts--" Dead? He realizes the absurdity of opening up a discussion on the nature of something he only knows as a fantastic element in fiction, and gives his head a shake. "You'll have to explain that to me."

But she's gone and said his current favorite word: network. "I heard someone on board had a computer," he continues. "That's yours then? Two machines isn't much of a network, but it'd be better than nothing." Does he sound a little desperate as he says that?