[Alright, alright, mister impossible Square Enix hair and inexplicable long eyelashes, it's not as though you have much room to judge him. You both have stupid hair and questionable amounts of attention paid to the thoughtful smokiness of your eyes.

Akira blinks slowly at the question, at first not having any fucking idea what the dude is talking about.

And then his own mishap in the hallway rushes back to him: feeling like he'd been grabbed onto from behind for a full second before it'd released him to go crashing into the ground. Recognition clicks into place and he straightens up a little bit.] What - you mean it happened to you too? Something... grabbin' at you?

[Nope, sadly he's not the answer to this one. He's another victim of whatever the fuck that is.]

Just when I started runnin' this way, something grabbed me from behind and tripped me up, but I didn't see anything when I looked back in that direction.

[Enemies...? Nah, not really. The only person on this station he knows is Ryo, and he basically trusts the guy with his life (not that he has much choice in the matter, but even if he did). He looks considerate for a moment before shaking his head.] Nah, can't say I do.

[One more moment's thought before he puts both hands to the sides of his face, looking shocked.]

What if it's ghosts?!

[It makes perfect sense! What else would be able to pull you off your feet and be invisible the whole time?!]