The lesser mind's instincts screamed at him to run from the terrifying multicolored undead thing standing closer than he would have been comfortable even if it had been a living woman. Gilroy did his best to channel his terror in more constructive ways. Like standing perfectly still and doing his best not to look her in the eye. Though staring out across an entire room full of enemies didn't help too much. He chewed the other side of his cheek.
"I would be willing to help," he offered tentatively "Though I do not have a ghoul of my own or much in the way of performance capability, so I'm unsure in what capacity you would require my assistance." Beyond of course physical labor or possibly help planning.