Giving his friend a half-hearted glare, which he promptly ruined by laughing a little, Porsche shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. Ghosts are different from inviting bad luck. And that's a fair point," he finished referencing the fact that they were carrying.

Nodding towards the weapon Pete carried, he went on. "So how does that work?" He felt like he was still playing an extreme game of catch up but with family and friends, Porsche wasn't worried that he'd be left to flounder. That simply wasn't how they did things.