[At first glance, the plot — if it can really be called a plot, she isn't sure — makes an evil sort of sense. A mist of holy water in the air, cast over a gathering of supernatural creatures where anyone who's anyone would be reveling. Of course they made for an easy target, they'd all gotten together into the same place to do it.

It's only afterward that things start making less sense from there. If it is a plot, who gains from it? Why this, why now? And furthermore, how did they get their hands on this much holy water, to even have wrought this at all?

Later. That's a question for later; for now, there's a problem in the air — quite literally — and Trevor is off and running, and Alucard needs her.]

I — yes. At least I can try — I can get most of it, if not all.

[She's not usually so unconfident about her own skills; it's not a facet of a lack of belief in herself, but rather just a sign of how distracted she is, trying to track the mist and how it's flowing.

She's just lifting her hands and starting to focus when something occurs to her.]

I can't freeze it — with the way it's passing over us, it'll get too heavy and fall down right on top of us.

[Which is worse: holy water mist, or holy water ICICLE KNIVES FALLING FROM THE SKY.]

It'll have to be wind. Alucard, I can blow it away, but it will have to go somewhere...