[center][color=FF5349][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

The man who exited the other car was, thankfully, not Abberline as Kendra had previously thought. However, he was still toting a gun, and didn't seem altogether friendly with the way he approached. When he asked if they were Misty, Kendra made a point of looking him up and down. [color=FF5349]"Depends,"[/color] she said after a long moment. [color=FF5349]"Which answer is less likely to make you use that?"[/color] She motioned to the gun. She knew she was probably playing with fire here, but she had no idea who this guy was or what he wanted with Misty. Kendra didn't consider Misty a 'friend' - there were very few people in this world that they did - but they weren't about to point a potential psycho in her direction. They had enough guilt on their conscience already without adding 'unwittingly aiding a murderer' to the list.

However, before the man could respond, Grace finally materialized and her reaction was... unexpected. Not the part about Abberline already being in the building, though that was less than ideal. It was the recognition and pure rage that she directed towards this stranger. Kendra looked between the two of them, uncertain what to make of this situation, and was about to open their mouth before Grace said she was going back in the building. [color=FF5349]"Hold on, Grace!"[/color] Kendra said. [color=FF5349]"I don't think we should be rushing in without a plan. You may be immune to regular bullets, but I got a strong feeling that Abberline has things that could hurt a ghost. Plus, even if he doesn't, seeing you might escalate the situation and cause that itchy trigger finger of his to be... err, well, [i]itchier[/i]."[/color] They crossed their arms. [color=FF5349]"I'd rather avoid anyone getting shot tonight, if it's all the same to you."[/color] As they made that comment, they pointedly glanced back towards the stranger.