The emptiness is what strikes her at first at the sight of the dead woman before her, somehow, both are almost in the same state. A body with traces of soul, torn apart and rebuild only to reveal the dark side, and hers with no traces of organic elements but with a soul entrapped behind layers of metal and cables. The cyborg stops once their eyes encounter an invisible point in the air where nothing exists. Has never seen the revenants from so close, and Jade’s presence possesses some kind of oddness as if Frost is driven to look away from the soulless visage. “Your task is simple, according to Kronika, I’m her left hand by the way when it comes to all of this.” They haven’t properly introduced each other, but Frost couldn’t give a damn about introductions. “I must admit, that I’d hate to be in your shoes right now.” Spills with some sort of pride, but simply to test her patience too.