Bryn grinned the devil of a grin from the doorway, leaning against the opening as Danny pummeled old Horrace. She could watch that all day. Until she saw the symbol scrubbed off of Danny's forehead. That grin turned into a glare that promised death. Her fangs popped as rage clawed up her spine.
With a long stride she strode up to Derwent's backside, and grabbed the handle of the dagger. Oh she didn't yank it out, instead she twisted it hard, and yanked it up, through the back of his 'ribs'. Of course it wouldn't kill him like it would a living person, but it would hurt a hell of a lot. "Tell me, is pleasing your Manager worth all this pain? Send him a message, I promise this much, and a whole lot more if he sends another one of you assholes down here to do harm to Danny Torrance again." She hissed in the specters ear before she yanked the dagger out of his back.