[center][h3][color=00a651][u]Mitra[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Mitra drops the pieces of the compass, his other hand dragging down across his face. Were it not for his scales, he likely would have left significant claw marks. [color=00a651]"Christ."[/color] He looked at Misty. [color=00a651]"What'd [b]you[/b] do to be on his bad side? Besides exist."[/color] The Hunter seems to really have it out for Misty, judging by his parting words and the fact that it wasn't even her who ultimately ruined the compass.

He seems to come to a realization, though, and moves over to Kendra. [color=00a651]"First, jacket and shotgun if you don't mind. Unless you feel like explaining those to the police. Second, you need to get a story straight and [i]get out there[/i] before they [i]come in here[/i] and see a ghost and a demon."[/color] Already he's looking around for hiding spaces. After all, it's not like the entire police force is familiar with the supernatural beings roaming their city, and even those who are aren't guaranteed to be friendly. If there's a Hunter among them, Mitra's in trouble and the spirit is probably screwed. Ghosts aren't his wheelhouse either, but he can tell she's badly injured. One more bad blow from someone with ill intentions would - could ghosts even die again? Or would something else happen? Mitra doesn't know and doesn't care to find out.