Kendra
Kendra nodded to Aliss, before turning back to Trinity. "Sure," she said. "Sounds good to me. I'll go get my stuff." She turned away, and was in the process of gathering up her coat and bag when a certain specter materialized from nowhere and gave her gentle yet surprising boop on the nose. They jumped slightly, before turning her gaze on Grace. "One of these days," they said, shaking their head slightly as they took a deep breath to recover from the shock. "One of these days, you are going to give me, or someone else, a heart attack." Grace's words didn't help her stress either, as she recalled her earlier vision about Abberline Winchester. "Oh boy. First a kleptomaniac fae, now a psychotic hunter," she responded in a flat voice contrary to words. She glanced back down at the magic eight-ball still clutched in her hand. "Magic eight-ball, could my evening get anymore exhilarating?" She gave the object another little shake.
The object responded yet again with a non-committal answer: "Cannot predict now."
Kendra grimaced. "You know, I never understood the appeal of these things," they said to Grace as they held the eight ball up for the ghost to see. "I mean, granted, I don't see the appeal of most of these hokey divination tools, but this one in particular seems pretty unhelpful."