No, that was not what Sulu had wanted to hear. It was possibly the exact opposite of what he'd wanted to hear. He didn't like the way Ianto was referring to the general feeling of unease as "it", like it was personified - which it clearly was, but Sulu didn't want to believe that. He - didn't quite see the shape that passed in front of the light, not really, but it was almost like a shadow in the corner of his eye. He tensed his shoulders, tried to calm himself down.

"This is a bad time to mention that I'm Not good with ghosts," Sulu mumbled to Ianto, "I'm really, really not good with ghosts." He didn't like the cold air, or the feeling of eyes on them, or the footsteps, or the damned things trying to touch them, and he wasn't sure he could keep it together long enough to deal with this.