For all the ways the question back could be taken, Gorgug looks at one of his hands, as green as the rest of him, turning and twisting it to double-check. Can he see through it? No.

"Think so," he finally determines, though--even that doesn't come off as entirely sure. But he's looking back at Ed with about as much confine as he can get. "Okay--that's good. There's a lot of ghosts or fake ghosts around, and I don't wanna get scared."

We have our priorities. Despite his appearance, his voice sounds like it could belong to a human's, and he slips through the door properly, letting it close behind him. His ears sit close to his head, pointed at the ends, visible through the mess of his black hair, and they twitch a little as he examines Ed in his current state of dress.

"Did you... are you supposed to be dressed like that?"