The sound of electric guitar rings out as Misora — or rather, as long as they're in the Palace, Roll — dispatches another of the demonic clowns. Letting her instrument, her Persona, vanish from her grip, she turns an eye towards her teammate, only to quickly whip around, startled, at the sight of the until-then meek girl tearing savagely into a fallen Shadow.

"Um— Trance?" she calls out, concern writ large in both her voice and her eyes.