Cassandra raises an eyebrow at the man's sudden about-face, but otherwise doesn't comment, aside from a sidelong glance at Tank. It's probably pointless to argue with him anyway.

Blade and Misty Malarkey, meanwhile, concentrate on subduing the Gastly. Cassandra wonders if it would be better if she called them off; surely the Gastly wouldn't find its game as fun now that it knows the man knows it's there?