The fabric of the suit isn't Wakandan, he notices, and there's something in the angle of her cheekbones that's just a little off. He still can't stop himself from meeting her outstretched hand with his own.

She's not a ghost. She's just ... different.

"As much as I'm gonna be," he says. "Considering that on the other side of that door, you're--"

His throat locks. He can't say it.