Now that was funny. The last thing he had been expecting was for him to freeze up. Mondo stood still but not stock-still for a few more beats to assess whether or not he was going to move or say something, except he never did. Distance between them made it only a little harder to pick out faint details than it would if he were up close, but it was easy enough to see that he almost looked... scared. Stricken was probably a better word. He glanced around at his sides and behind him, wondering if there was something he was staring at besides him. There wasn't, really.

Because he didn't react any further, Mondo continued to act. He moved forward with a cautious pace, trying to make out his features a little better. The proximity was closing quickly. "What's that look for? It's not like I'm a ghost or anything. Least you could do is say something when I call you out."