[Grell wasn't one to be the most helpful of people even on the best of days, but there were times when capriciousness took hold and she couldn't help but stalk follow a lost soul about the forest.

As Barbossa gets closer to town, the death god finally steps out onto a branch overhanging the path he's on. How she manages to be so silent and stand on a branch in heels that high is anyone's guess. When she speaks, she has a distinctly Victorian London accent.]

One shouldn't wander without company in woods as dark as these. You never know what danger lurks just out of sight.