Frankie's eyes widened at Constantine's words. If she hadn't been transparent, her cheeks would have been flaming. It wasn't what he said about honeymooning with him, but Wong didn't know about her and Qiana's joke about being with the stoic Asian man. Bit of a dick move.
"We both knew this May-December thing was never going to work." she gestured between she and Wong and offered a quick grin. She quickly sobered when Strange began to speak. She nodded solemnly and her eyes darted around the spirits. They all looked normal enough... the ones who were still lingering. Mostly older, frail looking people.
Constantine's mouth was shut for him and Stephen was in the air, shields raised. Frankie brought up the Staff of the Living Tribunal, orange sparks crackled along it's segments as she pulled both ends. Her mind was brought to the scene in Moria when the cave troll attacked.
This troll looked nothing like that one...and Thor had axed it in the face. Whew.
"Okay, follow us if you want to fight," Frankie said loudly to the lingering spirits who hadn't yet begun marching towards the castle. Here goes nothing, right? The good thing about astral projection was that it took away the limits of the physical world. You could do things simply because you thought you could. Much like magic itself, really. Frankie could have floated up with Stephen, but she thought staying on the ground might be better. And she could help light the way (with her own shields) for the remaining dead.