Okay, so it's not a frat ritual, it's more like a symposium on What Food is Like for the gathered Ghosts. That's no less weird, really, but it's kind of cute. At least, it's cute until the guy doing taste tests catches sight of him and chokes. Steve isn't sure if it was looking his way that made that happen--and he's going to feel bad about it later, if it is--but the why matters far less than the coughing fit he's going into.

He's on his feet without a second thought, and hastens over, ducking under one of the hovering Ghosts to thump the man on the back. "Easy, pal--can you breathe?"

He's had first aid classes. If it looks like it's needed, he's not above performing the heimlich maneuver, but it's a risky thing if the airway isn't actually cut off. Also, he's been terrified, in the past, to try it on anything human, because serum-strength could've meant a shattered rib cage if he did it wrong.

But that definitely won't be an issue any more!