"I was floating. Uh - my roommate was a cat?" If his construct were made of flesh and blood, it would have paled. Oh god. Seth. Has Johnny told him by now? How long has it been? Casting his awareness blindly like a net had yielded nothing - he doesn't remember how to detect the people he wants to detect, how to parse the flaring of varied and variegated energy signatures, how to separate one glow of being from the next.

But Rashad's moving away, no longer drawn into the corner like before, which Daniel is interpreting to be a good sign. Still anxious, he doesn't need to extend any wavering attempt at telepathic branching to understand that; the body language is fairly indicative in and of itself.

"Your objectivity?" The specter raises his eyebrows. That has a meaning he's pretty sure is lost on him, so he's going to focus on the two former. "So, what, you've just been living - here? On your own?" He expands his awareness around the alleyway and finds nothing that makes it seem particularly pleasant. It seems downright unpleasant once he evaluates it.