[color=6ecff6][CENTER][h2][u]Grace[/u][/h2][/CENTER][/color]

Along the way to the dance hall, Grace greeted the other ghosts in a friendly manner, and quickly thanked them when they gave her warnings about the hunter. When the three of them arrived, Grace's attention was drawn to the interior of the dance hall. She phased through and watched as Abberline the hunter held his fire to let Misty perform the ritual to find the Trader. 

Knowing that Kendra doesn't have any weapons to defend herself from the hunter, she flew as fast as she could back to the outside where Kendra was. She stood next to the prophetess and allowed herself to manifest so she can seen and heard, but not touched. She spoke to Kendra quickly and urgently, 

"[color=6ecff6]Kendra! Abberline's already got Misty at gunpoint! He's having her search for the Tra...der...[/color]" 

Her speech slows and her eyes widen as her gaze catches a familiar face: The last face she saw when she was alive. The face she called to for help in her last moments...

"[color=6ecff6][b]You....![/b][/color]" She directed that word at Mitra in recognition. It's amazing how one word can hold so much anger. It wasn't as much anger as the amount she held towards her murderer specifically, but it is a lot. 

She inhales sharply through her nose and held up on index finger as though to say 'One Moment'. She speaks, clearly catching herself before she did anything dumb, "[color=6ecff6]Later! Later...![/color]" 

She looks back to Kendra and she tells her, "[color=6ecff6]Misty needs saving. Stay out here! I will be back,[/color]" 

She then looks to Mitra again and she comments, "[color=6ecff6]Don't trust him and don't expect him to help in any way,[/color]" 

She looks back to the dance hall, trying to think of what to do before she vanishes and goes to act. She needed a plan. For the moment she is still manifested.