[ despite the alarm of mere moments before, the saniwa finds himself relaxing almost instinctively in the presence of what.. feels like a spirit, if one somewhat different than those he's accustomed to. his arms slip to his sides once more, and he tucks his hands into his sleeves with a glance that's a little apologetic. ]

It's a sort of.. viewing device, [ he explains after a moment of thought. ] What it offers is not the sort of vision an average person should likely see so soon after.. arriving here. [ 'arriving', he guesses. what other word can he really use?

but that's odd, isn't it? if he's really dead, then why would a spirit like this one set off his senses the same way? clearly there's more to this place than his initial observations have revealed.

he offers a polite bow, glancing back up once he straightens. ] I apologize for my outburst. May I ask your name?