"Nothing to apologize for," Nihlus manages after a beat. Then, realizing he's kind of just staring with his food tray in hand, he clears his throat and gently sets it down. He really shouldn't be surprised by now.

"Sit, Alenko," the Spectre says, offering the man a little smile as he draws his own chair away from the table. "It's better to talk to ghosts with a seat under you."