"Switch sides," he says distractedly. His voice sounds thick until he spits a mouthful of blood some from where in the back of this throat. His eyes dart around looking for that Northstar ghost again.

"I'm good," he lies. "He's fast." It's also occurred to him that Logan might well be the reason he's here as a ghost in the first place. The idea makes running him through with his claws again a less than satisfying proposition. He doesn't spot Jean-Paul again, but when more familiar faces rise up through the floor he reconsiders.

"You know what— fuck this. Let's get outta here. I don't wanna find out what Jeannie-ghost can do."