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

[color=FF5349]"Oh, err, right,"[/color] Kendra said in response to Mitra asking for his jacket and gun back. She'd been so hyped on adrenaline and rage she'd completely forgotten. She handed his stuff back to him. [color=FF5349]"Thanks, by the way. For backing me up."[/color] They grimaced before adding, [color=FF5349]"Sorry it didn't go... quite the way I planned."[/color]

They turned back to Grace. [color=FF5349]"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you."[/color] They wanted to say more than that. They were somewhere in between wanting to apologize profusely to Grace and wanting to scold her for her reckless behaviour, but as their companions had pointed out, this really wasn't the time. 

Grace then decided to de-materialize, causing the gun she'd taken from Abberline to drop to the ground. Kendra immediately backed off, flinching in case the gun suddenly went off. When nothing happened, they lowered their arms and hissed a curse under their breath. They added 'gun-safety' to the list of things they'd have to talk to Grace about once they got out of here. However, there was one thing they wanted to address before they did anything else. They turned to Misty. [color=FF5349]"Hey, so, err, are you okay? Do you, erm, have anywhere else to stay since your hideout is now..."[/color] They gestured around themself. [color=FF5349]"You know, compromised?"[/color]