Nicholas lowers his hand, which he had raised to...why had he raised it. Was he going to poke a ghost until it vanished? Stupid. He doesn't relax, but he does deflate a bit.

Trouble charting a course out? What an overly complicated way of saying things. But, well.

"Yeah." He glances over his shoulder. "I know I was going in the right direction." Until it stopped being right.