Ash nodded half-heartedly, his attention was drawn away from Death for once. His eyes darted back and forth across the street, he would spot Marona the moment he saw a fiber of her, he was sure of it. As a phantom, vision and hearing were his most important senses... and some of the only ones he had left. Even now, he was beginning to notice particular things about Paixao that he wouldn't have noticed before. Really, it wasn't that he didn't care about others, his mind was just focused on one thing and one thing only.

Certainly, if he wasn't already a spirit, Ash would have tripped and landed on his face by now. His anxiety was getting to him, and he knew he was being careless. None of that mattered, even though he knew Marona was okay... that wasn't enough to him. He didn't like believing anything others had to say unless he could see it with his own eyes. This was definitively one of those moments.

... Marona. Marona was here! He could feel it.
Even in a sea of people, they would still remain close to each other. At that moment, his eye caught the fainted glimmer of green. A familiar green, if he had a heart it would have stopped for that brief moment.

"Ma-..." His voice was barely a whisper, "Marona?"