Brows knitting together, the ghost looked offended by her last comment before his eyes narrowed and he took an imposing little stance as he leaned down closer to her. "I do so hope that wasn't a threat, darling, because I don't deal well with<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">threats</span></span>." The last word boomed into a deep tone, the shadows on his face seeming to deepen. Despite the fact that Kathrin probably hadn't meant it as a threat, Mo was a little touchy when it came to feeling like someone was challenging his authority. Which is why he had a huge problem with Able, the walking talking control/authority complex.<br/><br/>His head tilted a little to the side as he looked over her, tuning himself in to the chatter that only he could hear. "Hmmm, this is a bit your fault, isn't it? Couldn't just have left well enough alone, could you?" Leaning close it was clear from his lean and lanky form that, had he been given the chance to make it to adulthood, Mo might had grown into quite a imposing figure. He would have filled out a bit more, perhaps grown inch or two. Now, however, stuck in an eternally young body he had only the sickly pallor of death and his creepy smile to aid in his intimidation attempts and he seemed to be using them quite well at the moment.<br/><br/>"Now, why don't I give you some time to think over your attitude, and you can get back to me when you're feeling a little more generous?" He leaned back and, like the Cheshire cat, seemed to fade until all but his smile was showing before it too was gone into nothingness. Even the plush pink rabbit was gone, leaving no trace of the strange specter behind.<br/><br/><br/>Below, Anita paced back and forth, arms crossed over her chest. None of this boded well for any of them. Hell, it wasn't good for the entire world let alone their little hodgepodge team of mistakes. Luke was reclined back on one of the couches, gazing at the ceiling as though annoyed by its existence. He couldn't stand being out of the fight, and the helpless feeling courtesy of the drained energy only intensified it.<br/><br/>Able slipped his glasses down and gently massaged the bridge of his nose before giving a soft sigh.<br/><br/>"Right, that settles it. We'll figure out a place to strike and do like last time. Just wait for-"<br/><br/>"Yes," Luke growled, "because last time went so exceedingly well. How about you leave little Miss Bleeding heart here and go haunt us up a real team before she gets someone else killed?"<br/><br/>"That's not fair, Luke," he warned. It was rare that he stood up for anyone, especially after his last snippy comment, but he was well aware of how wrong it had been to say it. Plus Kathrin was part of their team now and the last thing they needed was to become divided. Again.  "We've got a good number here. Lucian is a good trump card for us to play now, thanks to finally having his master's approval to be here. Sadist seemed quite fearful of him and with good reason. Our prize pit puppy over their fractured one. I'm sure that, if it comes to blows, we can come out on top."<br/><br/>"You forgetting about her little army of fanatics? We have no idea how strong they are and, just in case you don't remember, she's got an entire mercenary team on her side. Fucking Skyes and his lackeys. I don't think one little dog is going to turn that tide and we've kind of lost our biggest trump card. Face it, Able, we're screwed."