The ghost has been their only roommate most nights for the past two weeks. They're used to each other. Soldat pauses at the foot of the stairs, watching her out of the corner of their eye. Shifting position just a little.

It's an old signal. They haven't actually used the subtle sign for "come with me" or at the very least "come here" in a long time, generally feeling comfortable enough to either ask or actually beckon, or Misty following automatically. But there it is, and if Misty is looking, she ought to recognize it.