Ghost had nothing else to say on the matter, always willing to offering answers to questions but not being terribly conversational himself - not unlike his Guardian, though they had different personalities in regards to their willingness to speak at length and what they found interesting. Their voices were vastly different as well. whatever the connection between Ghost and Guardian, it didn't make a complete parallel in the behavior and personalities.

For his part, Declan finished his shower and tried to dress appropriately for being relaxed in his home but also having a guest. Wearing formal clothes was too...formal. Wearing pajamas would require owning some. In the end he settled for his old athletic clothes from sparring in the gym with younger recruits. It was just a pare of gray drawstring pants and a gray tanktop, which meant he was practically bursting out of his clothes but he was covered. The ash-colored fabric stood out against skin that was a pure bluish white from head to toe, muscles sitting on top of muscles flexing as he moved, walking out of the bedroom to loom near the kitchen. He was still sleepy, but the food was important.

"Is there anything I should do to help?" he asked, tilting his head and reaching up to scratch fingers through damp white hair, silver eyes unwavering as he gazed at Aoba.