Marguerite wasn't at all surprised that Percy thought it was a physical person who had attacked her. It wasn't as if he had been around these sort of things long enough to accept that the possibility was very real and sometimes a more likely one. There were times when Marguerite still couldn't grasp the whole situation at hand. Then again, the ghosts were her first real interaction with things of a supernatural sort. Moriarty had been human after all. The chaos he created natural in origin even if bombs and things were from a future she had yet to live. The arrival of Jack had thrown her but again, beyond the Seal, Marguerite had yet to really see anything of a supernatural sort. Yes, there was the concern over Jerry and she was extra wary just because of how scared it made Peter but well, it remained as stories to her presently.
"His ghost is, at least."
And Marguerite honestly didn't know how to feel about that. There was a time she had cared for the man. Oh no, they had never loved one another, not in the way that she so desperately loved her husband, but that didn't mean that she didn't have fond memories of the citizen. Before he became drunk on the power and bloodshed. Back when they had their dreams of a better future. She just saw what he didn't, perhaps that he purposefully avoided and by the time she had shown up here, she truly did hate the man. Hated what he had become. What he did. He hurt her brother, used him as a bargaining chip. Planned to have her sleep with him again to save Armand, knowing she would never do so willingly anymore. And then he had her husband 'killed'.
So the idea of him dead left her torn and conflicted. But in the end, he would have made enemies. Her theory had been that it was one of Percy's friends, for killing him, killing Armand but as she didn't know the plan, she could only speculate that Robespierre was tired of his failing to catch the Pimpernel.
"It seems to have. And he has been in the base outfit, what he wore while we fought him." The last thing she had seen him in. The last thing Percy had seen him in. No jacket or hat. The comment on a splash of color or a bell caused Marguerite to laugh slightly with a shake of her head. She really didn't know where Percy came up with these sorts of things. But given Chauvelin was rolling his eyes, Marguerite really didn't care at the moment.
Once Percy seemed satisfied that Marguerite was, indeed, fine, she picked up her own wine glass and took a sip, waiting to see where the conversation went. And it was a logical question, on where did the ghosts come from.
"It seems to be a message from Death, one of the Horsemen. He apparently is the last one that the people here have to face. From what I have read, they each have a ring, meant to lock Lucifer back in his cage. But it also seems as though Death is working against Lucifer. He certainly does not want Lucifer to know he was here, but those of us being haunted have been told to be made aware of him..."
It was something Marguerite was still trying to make sense of. She wasn't really certain just what she was supposed to do with the information and Chauvelin was far from helpful as he was trying to punish her for imagined slights but he also did have that mission from Death.
"What that means in terms of the war for humanity, I could not say... but that is why certain people are being haunted."