Ghost tittered uncomfortably at Wes' side, as the once possessed young woman picked through one of the many small coin purse sized satchels she had attached to her belt. The small package contained a small amount of various medicinal herbs meant for serious burn injuries. She poked a finger cautiously through the contents, ensuring she had everything she needed, before tying the bag closed and attaching it back to her belt. Her hand then moved to the leather band wrapped around her bicep and held several small vials of assorted colored liquids and powders. Being dropped into the middle of a fray was never a comfortable feeling for her, and the reminder that there would be Cultists around only made her more nervous. She grew up in Demon Cult, the last thing she wanted to do was fight more. She always held the hope that she could convince some of them that they're choice of "religion" was not a good one by reminding them of the consequences of their actions. But they rarely listened and most of the time she ended up running away from them crying as they tried to either recruit her or kill her for turning on her own kind. "Unnn..." She moaned quietly as the commander listed some of the types of enemies they would encounter, at least he hadn't mentioned any possession-types. Rotating one of the vials attached to her arm in concern, she chewed on the inside of her lip, before her eyes shifted to the side and she warily eyed her companion. Ever since he had rescued her three years ago, she hadn't left his side. Her pupil-less gaze shifted uncomfortably to the weapon in his hand, the same weapon that had once driven a demon from her body. It brought both painful and happy memories to mind. Convinced she had all of her potions, poultices, and herbs she would need for this mission; Ghost let go of the vial grasped lightly in her fingertips and settled for wringing her hands together in front of her. She wasn't a combatant and mostly she just feared getting in someone's way. But as the only medic on the team, she couldn't just hide someplace and wait for the fight to be over, she had to be ready in case anyone needed her assistance. After a moment, in nervous anticipation, her fingers twisted around one of the satchels at her belt again. She had to keep busy.