[Mikleo glares at him, but there's no heat in it. Now that he's not as worried about Sorey, he can appreciate how very...different his experience in the colony has been in comparison to their world. Being able to communicate and befriend so many people, to the point where they're willing to help him out in their own ways if he asks. He thinks this is a nice change.

He nods at the question.]

Safe from that, at least. All we've been able to learn so far is that thing was worse than the ghosts.

[As the pair approach the apartment, Mikleo glances up at his friend.]

I don't know about you, but I could go for some vanilla ice cream.

[He's hoping that Sorey's favorite will help soothe whatever pain he's in at least by a tiny margin. The seraph wants to help him more, but he can't until his friend tells him what the cause is.]