Orion's could practically feel his father bristle up at that comment. Years of hard work on the farm, the ever so slight slouch of age straightening out almost immediately as Frank Carnell rose up to his full and proper height in front of Emre. The hair on Orion's neck stood up, both from the electricity he could feel prickling from his father's form, and his own, deeply-ingrained instincts telling him that the situation meant danger.
"Watch your tone, boy." Frank's voice wasn't particularly loud or booming, but it was commanding. Years of military service bundled together in a low, slightly raspy intonation that made Orion straighten himself out immediately, even though his father was currently staring Emre down. Ghosts couldn't be touched. And they couldn't touch anyone. A bit of solace that his father couldn't actually fight. Then again, if he had been able to, he might have exercised more caution in strange territory.
Before Frank could turn around, Emre's ghost spoke up. Melody. His girlfriend. Orion glanced over at Emre carefully, though the other man was clearly just enjoying the situation. "No, I haven't-" Orion's brows furrowed, but he was cut off by his father, who was looking at Melody with a cold, considering glare, before turning to fix on his son. "So this is the kind of company you keep now, son?" There was something under that commanding tone that Orion had found himself on the other end of often enough. Disappointment, along with the quiet, but implicit order to fix whatever had gone wrong. That simple expectation, always there, back on the farm.
The raider's gaze wandered towards Emre, who seemed to be amused, then to his ghost before finally settling back on Emre. Orion's demeanor was as quiet and unaffected, his face set in a mask of neutrality as he spoke. "This is my father, Frank Carnell." Emre had already extracted that from the context, but repeating it seemed to give Orion a start, a thread he could follow. "And Melody is your girlfriend, right?" There was a story there, too. He tilts his head, aware of his father's gaze, the way his ghost floats back just a bit as his son ignores the question.
"Why are you out here with her? Are you trying to be alone, too?"