Executor had been patrolling the area when he feels a chill run down his spine. He blinks, holding a hand over his chest. That had been happening more frequently as of late...what was the cause? ((It's the ghost running through him, but he's a passenger who's been here longer so he can't see them!!))

He shakes his head, proceeding along his route. He catches the scent of...tobacco smoke? He rounds the corner, nearly tripping over the slumped form of a man he'd not seen before. He's inhaling and exhaling smoke from the cigarette between his fingers...Executor had not...seen that sort of thing since his missions in Siracusa. Perhaps this man is from there?

"Excuse me." Executor starts, aiming for politeness but his volume being at its normal level in the silent hallway is bound to be startling if the man hadn't noticed him yet. He tried. The sankta tilts his head slightly in curiosity, perhaps concern. "Are you alright?"