"Hm," Alley responded to the note so eloquently! Her voice was really starting to go back to how it had been at the start of the Inquisition. Too much shouting was ripping open old damage, making her voice as rough as gravel and ground glass. "Wish Bull was here," she voiced her earlier thought, too loud. "He likes pink."

With that, she walked past the spirit and jumped onto the side of a car. There was a crack, and then she fell through the rotting wood with a thunderous crash!