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

Kendra also noticed the venom in Grace's tone, but decided not to comment on it. From the way she spoke, the Oracle sensed this man was at very least [i]not[/i] Grace's murderer. Even so, the spirit didn't seem the kind of hate without a damn good reason, and Kendra would normally be hesitant to work with anyone who earned so much of Grace's ire. Again, Misty's life and Abberline's threat took priority here. She was just glad that both parties had agreed to act civil long enough for them enact this plan. 

"[color=6ecff6]What do you need me to do?[/color]"

[color=FF5349]"Not much,"[/color] Kendra said. [color=FF5349]"Once we've entered the building, you just need to do what you normally do."[/color] They shrugged. [color=FF5349]"You know, suddenly appear. Walk through wall. Appear before Abberline in an appropriately ghostly way."[/color] She glanced at Grace. [color=FF5349]"Don't overdo it, obviously. As fun as it would be to see you attempt to crawl out of a TV Sadako-style, I somehow doubt Abberline would appreciate the theatrics."[/color]

When Mitra offered Kendra the gun, the Oracle was hesitant in taking it, and even after she was holding it, she held it well away from her body. [color=FF5349]"Ah. Right,"[/color] she said, eyeing the firearm as if it were a bomb about to go off. [color=FF5349]"Thanks."[/color]