He hesitates, because...then he's sitting beside a ghost. One who's here but...not. Disconnected from the mortal world around her. Would it be weird? Maybe it's weird. But the seat is offered, and he nods his thanks before sitting.

"Church. It's Church, yeah, that was me." He waves her concern aside. There are so many fucking people here, he doesn't actually expect most to know his name. "I've got a vested interest in rifter stuff. Obviously. But also just...it's more than us. People like her, people from here get 'em, too. We're in it together, and she was already so..." Would fragile sound offensive? Frail? "She was already going downhill. No reason to put her through any of that. A little danger on my end to help us all understand what's going on in our own bodies is no big deal."

It didn't save Sina, though. It was never really going to, far along as she was. Still. He rubs at the palm of his hand. Christine knows the pain is getting worse, a small increment, but noticeable. And it'll keep getting worse.

"Signing up for experiments doesn't make my girlfriend very happy," he adds with a lopsided smile, "but I just tell her it's a good thing she's a healer then to patch me right up."