"Ghosts." Shepard nods, leaning back. Not necessarily ghosts and spirits in the sense of old scary movies, but in the way that there could be ghosts in the system, subtle changes and odd machinations in ships. This might be more literal, sure, but nothing like this surprises her anymore.

"Guess the real question is what they want." Was it to warn them, scare them away? To give them answers? She furrows her brow again, leaning forward over propped elbows and clasped hands. There're too many questions that crop up on an almost weekly basis and even people like Rey who have been on the ship since the beginning and who seem to know the most struggle to make sense of it all.