Ah, someone a little more like him, if not precisely a Shade. Jack drifted closer, curiously, before remembering that even if he was a half inch or so off the ground he probably didn't look it and should at least pretend to pick his feet up and walk.

"Hello," he said, pretending to walk all the way up to them. Charlotte would have been so proud. "As best as we can figure this isn't a trap."



((Just for reference: Jack is not a ghost, he's a Shade, which is a different lifeform altogether. Albert is welcome to try to control him, but it wouldn't work.))