Wraith
Wraith barely registered what the others were saying. She'd been able to figure most of it out already, to a point. The only thing that surprised her was hearing that Graffiti had been kicked, which added 'being kicked out' to her list of worries. As much as she had found them difficult to work with, she couldn't make herself believe that having to deal with Umbra's people on her own was a better solution.
As the other vigilantes left one by one, it seemed like everyone knew that the operation hadn't exactly been successful, to put it lightly. Wraith was slightly surprised that Graffiti had been kicked out of the group, considering her own personal actions seemed to conflict with their ideas a little more. She wasn't going to take it at face value, though. It wasn't like they were going to be all smiles and hugs and just assume that she wouldn't do it again. The group were a lot of things - moralistic, self-righteous and irritating to name a few - but stupid wasn't one of them.
She didn't say much in response to Raven's question, only a mumbled "I'm fine." and a slight nod. She didn't trust herself to say any more until they'd all left since she was barely holding her façade together at that point. Trying to say anything more would only make her lose her composure, and she didn't want to show weakness in front of the group. No point in giving them anything else against her.
Once the last person had left, she took off her mask, wincing as she touched her nose, and sat down on the ground again. The world was spinning, and she felt sick. Why did she feel sick? What was wrong with her? She'd killed before, hadn't she? It's not like it was the first time she'd hurt someone. It was just the first time that she hadn't meant it. She felt confused, afraid, vulnerable. To anyone who'd looked in the room at that moment, she'd have just seemed like a scared little girl. Pathetic, aren't you, Kara? she laughed to herself quietly, slightly hysterical. You really are just a stupid little kid.
It took her a few moments to even summon the willpower to stand up and control her emotions. Even more was needed to take the first step on her way to the headquarters, ignoring the startled yell of a police officer as she phased through a wall inches away from his face, thankfully having put her mask back in place. Once she started moving it seemed as though her feet moved without any input on her part, taking her towards Racket Avenue.
I guess I'm back here again. She didn't expect a warm welcome, but she hadn't run away. That had to count for something! At the very least, it made her braver than most criminals - braver than a coward like Walker was.
Wraith decided to avoid drawing any more suspicion, so she decided that she'd just go in through the front door instead of doing any more phasing. She seemed to be a little late, as most of the others weren't there yet. Her walk had given her a little time to compose herself, but it hadn't been as much as she'd hoped. She wasn't really sure how she'd handle the inevitable interrogation that she expected. It was true that some of them had a reason to be angry with her, Ecto coming to mind, but for the most part, they just had different methods of operation.
I'm not worse than them. I'm one of the good guys. That thought kept circling around Wraith's head, repeating itself over and over in the girl's mind. It was certainly true in her head at the time, even if her thoughts insisted on being contrary at this particular moment. She had to convince them of that. Of course, it would help her case immensely if she were able to convince herself.
Steeling what was left of her courage, Wraith walked past Ecto, and into the room.