Millicent's helmet picked up on the sudden shift. She dashed to the right, bringing one of her tonfas in a sharp arc, hoping that perhaps the electricity would have some kind of disruptive effect on the Ghost's intangibility.

"No, you're coasting off the reputation of someone else. And that Ghost was more than a mere thief. However warped, that man had ideals. They don't fear you. They fear his legacy."