[Their ship is coming under fire from a lot of sides but they have the best navigator in history, so the damage to their vessel isn't much to worry about for them. Grell made sure to give her crew orders to defend their ship and/or join her in raining murder on the small fleet they're pursuing. She had taken off her greatcoat Arthur had made her. With it and her prized hat tucked away in her cabin, Grell stands on the deck, gauging the distance between her and the armada the Corpse King had, rapier and whip in each hand.

Her goal is to make his life hell or die trying.

She turns to their navigator, not looking too happy at the delay of letting off some pent up frustration.]

BRING US CLOSER! [With all the commotion going on, she has to yell.]