"Oh, joy. No really, joy. Because the Hounds themselves know that all I need right now is grandfather stopping by!" She waves weakly at one of the Lords, then returns her focus to the spirit with the temerity to steal her favourite blade. Here in hell, it could feel pain, and she was going to make damn sure it did just that. She launches herself at the spirit without warning, going straight from immobile to moving at an incredible speed, dagger held at a strange angle by her side.