"Suppose when people don't know what they're looking at, they'll head towards the easiest explanation that they've got on hand, then call it logic." Jacob shakes his head a bit, despite the fact that he's gone and done that to Evie, oh, dozens of times, at least. Then again, when it comes to things like ghosts and phantoms, there's less power to them than the things he heard as a child, somehow. Is it that they're sensationalized much more, maybe? He's none too sure about that, but best kept under his hat for now.

Instead, he's shrugging a smile and clasping the hand in return. "Jacob Frye, at your service."