Finn opened his ability and let the dead creep into his vision. His grandfather was there, a few lingering in the corners, and a barfly at the end of the bar giving a patron a case of gooseflesh that would probably make him move soon. Before any of them noticed him, he closed down that part of his sight and shook his head. "Not near you, no. There are a few hanging around, but none that seem overly interested in anyone. Just watching the living."