Between Cassidy and Lithroneus, the spirit is cut to size, wailing as her ectoplasmic body loses cohesion and collapses on the ground, where the gooey substance begins to evaporate.

Cimri kicks at it. "Would've been fine if somebody didn't go poking round" she mutters at Jagan, glancing darkly at Mara.

Inside the tub, there's a small box filled with old Chelaxian medallions. Probably worth a bunch for collectors, or just for the precious metals.