Spirit stuff.

[Izabel nods. Terminology didn't really matter too much.]

I'm... [not a Stand though, she starts, but her lips flatten into a thoughtful line. How to explain the major difference... Iffy subject, now.] I can't touch Stands. They can touch me. Just...so you know. All you guys.

[...]

I'm also not anything special, as far as mirages go. All ghosts get to do that where I'm from.