Wei Wuxian's lips twitch up at the you are perceived, finding it amusing for no particular reason he can pin down.

"This or that," he says, companionably enough, "But to start, do you know of any spirits haunting Serthica's rising city itself?"

This banter now with Red's help looking like a gaunt, pale, handsome enough fellow in dark robes of a steampunk variety (it's the accessories, he was amused, and they were presented) talking with a young woman with hair brighter than anything else in these tunnels.

The spirit, blinking slow and laboriously, doesn't answer at first. Then lifts a finger, twitches three, cants its head, continues canting, looks as if it intends to half turn sideways before it comes to a sudden, total stop.

..... No......................... idea. I................................ I. I am!

The train of thought it had appeared to drive on without words, before the spirit trembles, as if stirred back into motion.

Here! Dead, dead, murdered, rude, here. Just....................... here.