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

Kendra had been planning for them to enter the building all roughly at the same time, but it seemed Grace had other plans as the spirit disappeared. Inside the studio, Kendra could hear the distorted sound of Tchaikovsky beginning to play. 

[color=FF5349]"Well, guess we're going in right now,"[/color] Kendra muttered under her breath. She was definitely going to have to have a word with Grace about her tendency to disappear and reappear without warning. Before she could make her way towards the front door, Mitra spoke up and handed her his jacket. [color=FF5349]"Uh, suuure,"[/color] she said, awkwardly taking it before she witnessed Mitra's slow - and frankly excruciating - transformation. Kendra wasn't religious - it was hard to believe in any force that was both all-powerful AND benevolent when you saw half the things she had seen - but she had been raised catholic, and seeing something clearly demonic must have triggered some of those old religious habits because she found herself clumsily making the sign of the cross.

[color=FF5349]"Err, right,"[/color] Kendra said when Mitra addressed her again, clearly surprised he was still able to talk in his current form. She quickly turned away and made her way towards the studio door. She paused to glance behind her again before awkwardly kicking open the door and making her way inside the building. She attempted to refocus herself, holding the gun in front of her as purposely as she could muster as she came into the view of Misty and Abberline. [color=FF5349]"Good evening,"[/color] she said, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could muster given the circumstances. [color=FF5349]"Hope we're not interrupting."[/color]