"...I wouldn't say so. The last ghosts I saw on this ship couldn't interct with the world like that - they weren't physical, even if they acted like they were. They were like... displaced memories. Sunbathing in the rain. Chasing their child down the same path again and again. Like they didn't know they'd died, didn't have the sense to move on. If they were a ghost, then they were different from the others."

Malos makes an annoyed noise, tossing the compact mirror back down.

"I don't think our mystery dollmaker made an exit through a mirror, at least." Which mildly sucks. It's one more point of data crossed off, but also one less explanation to go digging for. "Or if they did, it was long after they left the room. And, here, look at this."

He tosses the gross lip gloss in Eula's direction.

"That looks like it's been in here for ages. Maybe the same way the blood was. Was this room frozen, or really just - untouched, until we got here?"