"Her abilities are her's and her's alone. The skills to know exactly how one's abilities work from just a glance is far more valuable than something strictly offensive or defensive." Raven was not really one to get involved into something like this. It was not her problem, in fact she did not even know if her words spoke true. A simple educated guess.  But the idea that someone was doubting Rose's credibility as a vigilant was something that caused a low rumble in her throat. It was the same as saying she could not continue if she was blind, and she would not tolerate it. Her voice was even, yet each word was coated in ice, ready to pierce in a sickle. 

Her hand opening her book, she allowed the creation to rest in her good arm. Her casted hand showing only a few abnormally pale fingers as they grazed over the pages to enjoy it's secrets as she waited. 
The night was cooling, Wraith's voice in the distance seemed off, it was not as natural as it should have been. Someone was acting, though she is a really good one. If she was not so reliant on speech patterns to figure things out, it would have gone unnoticed. 

It only took a few more moments till she heard new movement. Light footsteps, really light, as though one was walking on air. Her senses fired up on overdrive she waited. Listing to Ditch with baited breath only to hear Wall Walker take off running. " Estimated Time of death, October 28th, 2011, may she be heard by non other than they who stand"
 Raven could hear her own heat beat, baited breath at what was to come from the woman uttering such simple words. Words that held the heaviness of iron chains anchored to concrete. 
Still for moments, she waited only to find the silence broken by a sheik of soul shattering rage. A sound that to Raven, has always been that of torment, sheer agony, a cry for help that she had no power to give. And sadly, she doubted all the other vigilantes could hear it. "Shes fine, only those who hold her interest can hear her." 
It moved like mist, flowing through the air, with the haunting grace as if she were held under water. Her head swayed ever so slowly, like a predator looking down on it’s next victim. Her jaw missing, a ghastly tongue hanging out with no care. Teeth of rotting time, skin of ashen color, clinging to brittle bones that tore through in places. Hair of wiry strands.
Yet what seemed most unnerving were the gaping depthless holes, still holding a piercing silver eye for each socket, holding nothing but unbridled rage. It was the perfect image of nightmarish terror. Dressed in elegant rags that could have been white, they flown at her side in waves, reaching out like slender arms. 
“Please my friend, follow that in which captured my interest, may no blood spill.” A screech in response that rattled her teeth, the wraith moved. Her body vanishing in wispy smoke only for her ghastly cry to be heard a bit away.

Without another word she began to move, Kaite was not going to let Wall Walker escape her if she can help it. But if they became too separated she would be less useful. "She'll keep his trail in her sights for now, tell me if you think its right to act more forceful. Just don't run through her."