Nodding, he picked up the pitcher before climbing to his feet. "I'm not sure we can stop them for good- without like, an exorcism or a cleansing or whatever, but any reprieve is a good one right now."

Mostly for the sake of people other than him, he figured, since he was still struggling to care about his own safety.

He peered at the jar, as well. "Yeah, looks like salt. If it is, then like, a salt circle should keep the ghosts away."