You remember the spirit I told you about, yeah? That-

[One hand rises, fingertips resting gently over the center of his own chest, rather than finishing his sentence.]

I asked for it to be contained. Put back where it came from.

[And for someone as openly expressive as Ryan, the words are oddly toneless-- there's the barest hint of humorless laughter at the tail end, but that's all. He trusts Noh can reach the same conclusion he'd come to, before calling him over.]