The most Red felt was a tickle. "Hey!" Tearing them off her, she glanced at the civilians, Wicked, then the ghosts, and put two and two together. Wicked was creating an emphatic link, whatever the ghosts were feeling, they must have been feeling too. "Your anger--" she grunted, fighting past the blockade of spirits to get to Wicked, "Does not give you the right to be an asshole. Take it from me." Eyes glowing fiercely, Red scowled, keeping in mind that she had the serum in her pocket. It was the last resort, but if this girl wasn't going to cooperate, she might be forced to use it.