Federico's breath hitches, a quiet voice drawing him suddenly out of an uneasy doze. His grip tightens on his firearm, more out of reflex than any actual sense of danger. A surprise, unexpected presence, he should be prepared-

Federico raises his head, tears dried on his face. "Cas-" He scrubs the back of his hand against his face, trying to clear his vision. Yes...it's Casper. And Bob. Passengers. Safe. Good...

"Casper. I..." His breath shakes a little, for a moment. "I...do not think there is anything that can be done. I don't..." He. May still be waking up a little. Also since the dead boy is in the reflection behind him, he does not see it.

Perhaps it's for the best.