"Of course I can see you!" he said, looking baffled but releasing her hand. He had learned quite quickly that girls who didn't want to be touched would let you know quite violently if you crossed a line. "I mean, you're standing right the-- Oh, right."

The whole... gods and souls and so on thing. He kept forgetting about that. This wasn't at all what he'd expected from the Afterlife, but he guessed that all things considered, it wasn't so bad. At least he still got to beat up bad guys and have adventures. He wasn't sure what he would have done if it was all clouds and angels and harps and such.

"Right, yes, the... Far Shore," he said, giving the girl a firm nod. "I'm Tristepin de Percedal, a Knight of the Order of the Shushu. Or, well... I was." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Guess I still am, sort of. Techno-ly. Right?" Maybe.

He cast his eyes back toward the water and frowned worriedly.

"That means most of these people can't see us, then, right?" he asked, looking back at her again. "Is there any way to find out what's going on? We can't just run away--somebody's gonna get hurt in this mess."