Ghost was huddled in the darkness with his arms arounds his knees, and legs pressed closed to his chest. He was much like a little child lost in many ways, growing up literally in the darkness, he knew nothing of the world outside his cell, except for the Boss, and the propaganda he uses to corrupt his head.
He quickly shook his head side to side as he looked up at Aqua, he wanted to stay there for a while, he was too scared and confused of what to make of the world above the sewers.