[Casey glowers quietly at the Manji-ghost for a moment longer, then points without looking.]
It's the one with all the guns.
[Sure enough, the table he'd been sitting at before is now flanked by 1) his spectral uncle, wearing a dangerously manic grin, and 2) an absurd display of equally-spectral purple weaponry, all but filling the area, and every single one pointed at Manji. It's a demonstration that screams, "try it, I dare you".]
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It's the one with all the guns.
[Sure enough, the table he'd been sitting at before is now flanked by 1) his spectral uncle, wearing a dangerously manic grin, and 2) an absurd display of equally-spectral purple weaponry, all but filling the area, and every single one pointed at Manji. It's a demonstration that screams, "try it, I dare you".]