"Oh, god," Trance said, lifting a hand to cover her mouth. Sympathetic was the last word that would describe her at the moment. Horrified or devastated would have perhaps been a better way to describe her reaction. Three people dead. Three people dead, but what did he mean by... Oh, no. Shapeshifter. Shapeshifter who could take the appearance of anyone in order to kill those that it felt like killing. Oh, god.
She staggered briefly, her tail moving to prop her up before she could fall over, her eyes wide as she glanced over at the store. A few days ago, clearly there would probably no one left in the store that could actually be helped. And clearly, Sam wouldn't want her help no matter how useful she could be in these sort of circumstances.
Swallowing heavily, Trance stepped forward and settled a hand on his arm, expanding her sight forward through the strings of possibility. If he was going to go after them, she wanted to be sure that he wasn't going to get himself killed in doing so.