"Ghost? So you're a guardian?" Cylus asked, one glowing eye of his helmet widening, as if he were raising a brow beneath it. Perhaps he was. "You don't look like a hunter. Hunters' pride is all in their look. No offense." he glances at the jean shorts. "Are you a uh- what was it... Warlock?" he asks, remembering the only other class of Guardian he had met.