[ Twisting around, Christian frowned slightly at the words. This guy not only had a strange way of talking, very old fashioned, but then there were the things he actually said. It was comforting to hear that "monsieur", at least. Something vaguely familiar. ]

I...no. I'm sorry, but I'm not any kind of ghost. Are you...feeling alright? I mean, if you're seeing ghosts that...can't be good? There's not ACTUALLY ghosts in this place, are there?