A very good question! What was that? Was it really a ghost? Unwillingly, Espio felt himself shuddering again, recalling the Sandopolis ghost nearly freezing his heart - he hated ghosts!

'That thing had better not shove its arm in me! I mean, him!'

Whatever the scope was, Espio didn't really care. More importantly, 'like hell am I going to try fighting a ghost! I can't even - well, of course I can't move... get away, already, you're just a kid!'