The two spectres don’t react. It was clearly that they were making a failing attempt to pretend they didn’t hear Epsilon. Spectral apparitions couldn’t converse with the living, after all.
The two ghosts look at one another, silently pleading each other to yield some kind of advice or to do something to carry the scene forward.
“Uh…” Bootleg says, “Greatness awaits y’all, an’ somesuch…”
“Y-yes,” Salvage joins in, waving his arms around. “Great things. Great, indefinite, unforseen, and totally unpredictable things.”
From the other side of the chamber, another group of pilgrims enters the room. One was a massive bot with a wide, round body.
Sighing, because she couldn’t fly, Salvo follows along the ground, pushing through the crowded streets- which wasn’t much of an inconvenience to her, thanks to the size of her mech’s robot form.