"I don't know. I think that was still them, I- I don't know."

Arthur leans against his side of the door, rubbing a hand over his face. How is he supposed to know? He only recently learned that Jeff was possessed; he learned that Crichton was killed and Smith possessed within like the last couple hours. He hasn't had time to figure out if every goddamn death on the ship lately was because of this.

"I'm..."

You know what. He can't be bothered to be fucking subtle. He speaks bluntly, a little harshly.

"The ship's ghosts have started possessing people, and I'm trying to figure out if you're one of them." A humourless laugh. "No offence meant."