Angelissa dives under the table as the bombardment of kitchen utensils continues, "I get the impression that someone or something really doesn't want me here..." Indeed most of the rage seems to be aimed at her, some of the knives being tossed with such great force that they pierce halfway through the table.<br/><br/>After a while the storm recides, and the kitchen becomes more or less normal again, if damaged by the unknown entity's rage. The table looks more or less like a pin cushion now, but the angel seems to be unhurt.<br/><br/>"Wow... you know, I really prefer to deal with hungry predators than with ghosts...", she says, straightening her robe.