Phil doesn't miss the way Daryl's eyes are looking over the environment and he nudged his head over to the nearest structure, walking along the paths laid out by hundreds of ghostly feet.

"Erm," the question caught Gray off guard. Aside from Linden and Firo, there wasn't much Phil could fall back on, but he was used to it. The lonely night shift gave the man some level of resigned acceptance to isolation, to being attacked the moment he got too comfortable. But it had been the displays of power in this round that the former guard meant to avoid. Just as Dandy predicted in the previous Arena, he'd be cannon fodder if he wasn't careful.

"Does myself count as an answer? I'm used to it."