"It sounds a little like College Ruled Homicide?" Rex shrugs. "César says some stuff in our world is named different."

Rex nods; he'll whip it out later to reassure a ghost, but he's not going to wave it around for fun. And. Huh. Stabbing a ghost. Rex raises an eyebrow and considers asking, then doesn't.

"Huh, actually? I think grave cleaning is something I can do." Rex finds it weirdly reassuring he can do something like that.