Rick unbuckled himself and stood from his chair as Hector announced their arrival at the cave. He followed everyone else to the kitchen, and listened in an uncharacteristic silence. He would usually be the one trying to butt into the center of the conversation, but not right now. Rick was tired, he smelled like sweat and blood, and his mind was distracted, trying to think of five thousand different things at once. He barely even noticed the over abundance of food that Alex had set out for them all. Rick shambled into the kitchen and found himself a nice not-so-comfortable counter space, and jumped up on it. He then collected his thoughts, and began to listen to what the rest of the team was talking about. Most of it seemed like small talk and introductions, which Monroe found rather dull. Rick pulled out his rope dart form his belt, and used it to stab an apple from the piles of food and fling it over to himself, never having to get up. He caught the apple, and pulled the dart out of the side and took a bite. Rick chewed, and then swallowed before he spoke."Name's Ghost." He took another bite of the apple, and swallowed that one."And you all can call me Ghost." Monroe smiled, and went back to sitting in silence. He desperately need a shower, and then to hit the hay.
While it looked as if Rick didn't have an interest in what was going on around him, he was actually listening carefully as Seamus and Hector discussed magic and technology. Rick didn't know much at all about the arts, so men like Seamus and Shazman Jr. truly fascinated him. He'd never tell them that, of course.
"So uh..Where are the bathrooms? And do they have any showers?" Rick asked as he finished the majority of the apple.