Dan's posture and body language, by contrast, is friendly and inviting in spite of the way he's still hunched in on himself from the chill and still shivering. He's attentive to Miguel's expressions and offers eye contact. He isn't insulted when Miguel doesn't take him up on the offer of a new suit base. He might feel uncomfortable accepting a time-intensive gift from a relative stranger himself.

"Thank you," he murmurs as a hot mug comes his way, loose-leaf tea steeping. He holds it to his chest.

He decides to explain the purpose of the particular tea blend, in case talking about his job outside this world opens up the doorway for Miguel to tell him about his. It's less invasive, he thinks, than continuing to pepper Miguel with questions. He's getting the sense that Miguel's somewhere between a scientist and a superhero, or both instead of between - Dan's struggled a bit to gel with the superhero types, he thinks, because the ghost hunter lifestyle of having minimal centralized coordination, showing up to a case after two shots of whiskey, and 'making it work' with two dollars, a five-finger discount and a prayer that the hospital bills won't stack too high instead of cutting-edge technology and alter ego doesn't quite mesh.

"Where I'm from, herbal practice is the best way to protect folks from spirits. Rose and ginger in particular are good for warding away ghosts from wandering into people's dreams. Most of what I do back home is laying spirits to rest and making sure folks pass over peacefully instead of continuing to cling."