Miller takes pictures with his wrist device before moving over to the bed, pulling a spork out from under his hat to move the sheets without touching them. Old habits, and all that. It's not like they have a lab here to process any of this shit anyway. "How could he tell the difference?" That too is dry - automatic. Then, suddenly, he's looking up and straight through the door to meet Alex's eyes. "Do you believe in ghosts, Duster?"