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From: millie
Millie takes the objects with a nonchalance she does not feel. “Yes, I think so,” she whispers as she begins concentrating on the stake. A brief look like that of nausea crosses her face. She then begins to study the cross, but stops abruptly, shaking a bit. “Umm... I am just gonna step off to the side for a moment, k?” The Malkavian asks somewhat distantly. Dee nods and Millie fades into the shadows behind a tree. Emerging after around five minutes, the little waif almost looks chipper despite the frightening objects in her hands. She proceeds to give a precise description of a man, holy, yet gruff. She finishes her explanations of the use of the stake and seemingly blessed cross. “Jerry… I think he was looking for Jerry,” Millie glances down at the assemblage. “Can I take these with me? I will bring them back to you, or Jerry, or whatever?” Dee agrees. Millie nods, scooting away, lingering a bit to determine if she is still needed here.